Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 451.  
    More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi,
    an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost with a beggar-girl, who had loved him and followed him in all his camps,
  • 452.  
    I

  • 453.  
    Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire

  • 454.  
    The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow--
    They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.The People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight;
  • 455.  
    Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor. -- I Samuel, xxviii. 7

  • 456.  
    South and far south below the Line,
    Our Admiral leads us on,Above, undreamed-of planets shine--
  • 457.  
    Theodore Roosevelt

  • 458.  
    To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
    The Earth is racked and fain--Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
  • 459.  
    1914

  • 460.  
    Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order
    (Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter,
  • 461.  
    Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
    An', taught by time, I tak' it so -- exceptin' always Steam.From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God --
  • 462.  
    Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
    Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
  • 463.  
    The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire,
    He shall fulfill God's utmost will unknowing His desire;And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise,
  • 464.  
    That which is marred at birth Time shall not mend,
    Nor water out of bitter well make clean;All evil thing returneth at the end,
  • 465.  
    Because I sought it far from men,
    In deserts and alone,I found it burning overhead,
  • 466.  
    Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each
    Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyesAsking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain
  • 467.  
    There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,
    Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark:
  • 468.  
    In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
    For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt;I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
  • 469.  
    A much-discerning Public hold
    The Singer generally singsAnd prints and sells his past for gold.
  • 470.  
    'Less you want your toes trod of you'd better get back at once,
    For the bullocks are walking two by two,The byles are walking two by two,
  • 471.  
    ". . . Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Instructors attached to the Egyptian Army haue been inadequately acknowledged. . . . To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in the soldiers of H.H. the Khedive." -- Extract from Letter, 1897

  • 472.  
    This Uninhabited Island
    Is near Cape Gardafui;But it's hot--too hot--of Suez
  • 473.  
    Ah! What avails the classic bent
    And what the cultured word,Against the undoctored incident
  • 474.  
    The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles
    So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue;There aren't a wave for miles an' miles
  • 475.  
    So we settled it all when the storm was done
    As comfy as comfy could be;And I was to wait in the barn, my dears,
  • 476.  
    Baloo

  • 477.  
    I have eaten your bread and salt.
    I have drunk your water and wine.In deaths ye died I have watched beside,
  • 478.  
    Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
    Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
  • 479.  
    "Why is my District death-rate low?"
    Said Binks of Hezabad."Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are
  • 480.  
    Much I owe to the Lands that grew--
    More to the Lives that fed--But most to Allah Who gave me two
  • 481.  
    Up came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were
    fathered in--Curious, awkward, afraid.
  • 482.  
    ("The Story of the Gadsbys")

  • 483.  
    It was not part of their blood,
    It came to them very late With long arrears to make good,
  • 484.  
    1603-25

  • 485.  
    Longfellow

  • 486.  
    She did not know that she was dead,
    But, when the pang was o'er,Sat down to wait her Master's tread
  • 487.  
    Lo! The Wild Cow of the Desert, her yeanling estrayed from her --
    Lost in the wind-plaited sand-dunes -- athirst in the maze of them.Hot-foot she follows those foot-prints -- the thrice-tangled ways of them.
  • 488.  
    All the world over, nursing their scars,
    Sit the old fighting-men broke in the wars--Sit the old fighting-men, surly and grim
  • 489.  
    "ONCE in so often," King Solomon said,
    Watching his quarrymen drill the stone,"We will curb our garlic and wine and bread
  • 490.  
    Oh, glorious are the guarded heights
    Where guardian souls abide--Self-exiled from our gross delights--
  • 491.  
    1917

  • 492.  
    Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar,
    Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar,"Waited on the Government with a claim to wear
  • 493.  
    Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage!
    (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!) For the Lord our God Most High
  • 494.  
    (Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War)

  • 495.  
    Unless you come of the gipsy stock
    That steals by night and day, Lock your heart with a double lock
  • 496.  
    Jack Barrett went to Quetta
    Because they told him to.He left his wife at Simla
  • 497.  
    1915

  • 498.  
    Prophets have honour all over the Earth,
    Except in the village where they were born,Where such as knew them boys from birth
  • 499.  
    'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house,
    Where sailor-men reside,And there were men of all the ports
  • 500.  
    1914-18

Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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 by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

GOD to his untaught children sent

Law, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,

The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,

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