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The Beginner (After He Has Been Extemporising on an Instrument Not of His Own Invention [Browning])
Rudyard Kipling * Track #8 On The Muse Among the Motors
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- #1Sepulchral (From the Greek Anthologies)
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- #2Arterial (Early Chinese)
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- #3The Dying Chauffeur (Adam Lindsay Gordon)
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- #4When the Journey Was Intended to the City (Milton)
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- #5The Bother (Clough)
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- #6The Landau (Praed)
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- #7The Tour (Byron)
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- #8The Beginner (After He Has Been Extemporising on an Instrument Not of His Own Invention [Browning])
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- #9Fastness (Tennyson)
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- #10Lady Geraldine’s Hardship (E.B. Browning)
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- #11To Motorists (Herrick)
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- #12The Braggart (Mat. Prior)
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- #13The Four Points (Thomas Tusser)
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- #14To a Lady, Persuading Her to a Car (Ben Johnson)
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- #15The Advertisement (In the Manner of the Earlier English)
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- #16Carmen Circulare
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- #17Contradictions
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- #18The Idiot Boy (Wordsworth)
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- #19The Progress of the Spark (Donne [XVIth Circuit])
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The Beginner (After He Has Been Extemporising on an Instrument Not of His Own Invention [Browning]) by Rudyard Kipling
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LO! What is this that I make—sudden, supreme, unrehearsed—
This that my clutch in the crowd pressed at a venture has raised?
Forward and onward I sprang when I thought (as I ought) I reversed,
And a cab like martagon opes and I sit in the wreckage dazed.
And someone is taking my name, and the driver is rending the air
With cries for my blood and my gold, and a snickering news-boy brings
My cap, wheel-pashed from the kerb. I must run her home for repair,
Where she leers with her bonnet awry—flat on the nether springs!