Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 501.  
    Securely, after days
    Unnumbered, I beholdKings mourn that promised praise
  • 502.  
    A stone's throw out on either hand
    From that well-ordered road we tread,And all the world is wild and strange;
  • 503.  
    E.B. Browning

  • 504.  
    A Rose, in tatters on the garden path,
    Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath,Because a sudden wind at twilight's hush
  • 505.  
    Old is the song that I sing --
    Old as my unpaid bills --Old as the chicken that kitmutgars bring
  • 506.  
    To-day, across our fathers' graves,
    The astonished years revealThe remnant of that desperate host
  • 507.  
    Excellent herbs had our fathers of old--
    Excellent herbs to ease their pain--Alexanders and Marigold,
  • 508.  
    "They are fools who kiss and tell" --
    Wisely has the poet sung.Man may hold all sorts of posts
  • 509.  
    ("Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they
    cover themselves with their works: their works are worksof inquity and the act of violence is in their hands." --
  • 510.  
    Veil them, cover them, wall them round--
    Blossom, and creeper, and weed--Let us forget the sight and the sound,
  • 511.  
    We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights;
    We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites;It's before us, an' be'ind us, an' we cannot get away,
  • 512.  
    There was darkness under Heaven
    For an hour's space--Darkness that we knew was given
  • 513.  
    So long as 'neath the Kalka hills
    The tonga-horn shall ring,So long as down the Solon dip
  • 514.  
    I was very well pleased with what I knowed,
    I reckoned myself no fool --Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road,
  • 515.  

  • 516.  
    My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
    To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my shareWhen we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
  • 517.  

  • 518.  
    As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
    Once, twice, and again!And a doe leaped up -- and a doe leaped up
  • 519.  
    As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely
    Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with fervor from afar;And I wondered idly, blindly, if the maid would greet me kindly.
  • 520.  
    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 --
  • 521.  
    Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather,
    Ride, follow the fox if you can!But, for pleasure and profit together,
  • 522.  
    To the City of Bombay

  • 523.  
    "'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?"
    "Now 'ow in the devil would I know?""'E's taken my girl out walkin',
  • 524.  
    ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African War.

  • 525.  
    I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain--
    I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs.I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane.
  • 526.  
    They killed a Child to please the Gods
    In Earth's young penitence,And I have bled in that Babe's stead
  • 527.  
    Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go
    By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below.Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in --
  • 528.  
    Who knows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason?
    What are his measures and balances? Which is his seasonFor laughter, forbearance or bloodshed, and what devils move him
  • 529.  
    There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare--
  • 530.  
    Elephants of the Gun-Teams

  • 531.  
    By the well, where the bullocks go
    Silent and blind and slow --By the field where the young corn dies
  • 532.  
    Kabul town's by Kabul river --
    Blow the bugle, draw the sword --There I lef' my mate for ever,
  • 533.  
    He that hath a Gospel
    To loose upon Mankind,Though he serve it utterly--
  • 534.  
    Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. AAs the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
    For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
  • 535.  
    Whether the State can loose and bind
    In Heaven as well as on Earth:If it be wiser to kill mankind
  • 536.  
    St. Andrews, 1923

  • 537.  
    Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail,
    A spectre at my door,Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail --
  • 538.  
    Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;
    Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;
  • 539.  
    I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines--
    I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines!The roofs shall fade before it,
  • 540.  
    Western Version

  • 541.  
    The Stranger within my gate,
    He may be true or kind,But he does not talk my talk--
  • 542.  
    Unless you come of the gipsy stock
    That steals by night and day,Lock your heart with a double lock
  • 543.  
    When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea
    His fragile raft, Poseidon laughed, and "Mariner," said he,"Behold, a Law immutable I lay on thee and thine,
  • 544.  

  • 545.  
    Here we go in a flung festoon,
    Half-way up to the jealous moon!Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
  • 546.  
    Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedan schoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service at Suakim) when he heard that Kitchener was taking money from the English to build a Madrissa for Hubshees -- or a college for the Sudanese.

  • 547.  
    See you the ferny ride that steals
    Into the oak-woods far?O that was whence they hewed the keels
  • 548.  
    (Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of her basket at Heathfield Fair -- locally known as Heffle Cuckoo Fair.)

  • 549.  
    What of the hunting, hunter bold?
    Brother, the watch was long and cold.What of the quarry ye went to kill?
  • 550.  
    To the Heavens above us
    O look and beholdThe Planets that love us
Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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