Poison Of Asps (A Brazilian Snake-Farm) (Brazilian Verses)

Poison of asps is under our lips?
Why do you seek us, then?
Breaking our knotted fellowships
With your noisy-footed men?

Time and time over we let them go;
Hearing and slipping aside;
Until they followed and troubled usso
We struck back, and they died.

Poison of asps is under our lips?
Why do you wrench them apart?
To learn how the venom makes and drips
And works its way to the heart?

It is unjust that when we have done
All that a serpent should,
You gather our poisons, one by one,
And thin them out to your good.

Poison of asps is under our lips.
That is your answer? No!
Because we hissed at Adams eclipse
Is the reason you hate us so.

Rudyard

Rudyard Kipling was an English journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist. He was born in British India, which inspired much of his work. His notable works include the novels 'The Jungle Book,' 'Kim,' and the poem 'If—.' Kipling was one of the most popular writers in the United Kingdom in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907, making him the youngest recipient of the award.

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Oh that was at the birth of time!
But what befall twixt man and maid,,
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And Love, I cannot bide alone;
For both were young and both were true,
And both were hard as the nether stone.



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To the burned mountain over Sicily
(Fit place for me) and thence I saw my Earth,
(Not all Earths splendour, twas beyond my need, )
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