 | Philosophical Society of Washington (Washington, D.C.) - 1895 - 646 psl.
...wheel back once more And blaze in the velvet blue, Where the blindest bluffs hold good, my friends, And the wildest tales are true. And the men bulk big...trail, the out trail, and life runs large On the long trail, the trail that is always new." To the general toast, Our sister societies, GARDINER G. HUBBAHD... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1892 - 286 psl.
...the blind Horn's hate; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate ; Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...the Long Trail—the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are grey and old, And the twice-breathed airs blow damp ; r And... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1893 - 246 psl.
...the blind Horn's hate; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate; Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are grey and old,... | |
 | 1893 - 322 psl.
...the blind Horn's hate ; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate ; Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are grey and old,... | |
 | 1894 - 384 psl.
...wheel back once more And blaze in the velvet blue, Where the blindest bluffs hold good, my friends, And the wildest tales are true. And the men bulk big...trail, the out trail, and life runs large On the long trail, the trail that is always new." " There's a whisper down the field, where the year has shot her... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1897 - 400 psl.
...blind Horn's hate ; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate ; 168 Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are gray and old,... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1897 - 404 psl.
...Horn's hate ; •Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate ; L'ENVOI Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are gray and old,... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1898 - 400 psl.
...the blind Horn's hate ; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate ; Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are gray and old,... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1899 - 412 psl.
...the blind Horn's hate; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate; Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are grey and old,... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1908 - 412 psl.
...the blind Horn's hate; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay, Or West to the Golden Gate; Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the...trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new. The days are sick and cold, and the skies are grey and old,... | |
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Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass, And the wildest tales are true, And the men bulk big on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail, And life runs large on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new. 
