Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 601.  
    Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
    From his first love, no matter who she be.Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose,
  • 602.  
    The American Spirit speaks:

  • 603.  
    Our Lord Who did the Ox command
    To kneel to Judah's King,He binds His frost upon the land
  • 604.  
    This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps
    Which is first among the women an' amazin' first in war;An' what the bloomin' battle was I don't remember now,
  • 605.  
    Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid --
    Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade."Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
  • 606.  

  • 607.  
    I could not dig; I dared not rob:
    Therefore I lied to please the mob.Now all my lies are proved untrue
  • 608.  
    And they were stronger hands than mine
    That digged the Ruby from the earth-More cunning brains that made it worth
  • 609.  
    Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
    Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save, Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
  • 610.  
    To all to whom this little book may come--
    Health for yourselves and those you hold most dear!Content abroad, and happiness at home,
  • 611.  
    The Doorkeepers of Zion,
    They do not always standIn helmet and whole armour,
  • 612.  
    At the hole where he went in
    Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
  • 613.  
    I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
    The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
  • 614.  

  • 615.  
    "Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
    Why don't you march with my true love?""We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
  • 616.  
    There was a Priest at Philae,
    Tongue-tied, feeble, and old;And the daily prayer to the Virgin
  • 617.  
    I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
    Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.If these are added, I rejoice---if not, I shall not mind,
  • 618.  
    He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse;
    He purchased raiment and forbore to pay';He stuck a trusting junior with a horse,
  • 619.  
    We are very slightly changed
    From the semi-apes who rangedIndia's Prehistoric clay;
  • 620.  
    June 22, 1897

  • 621.  
    Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
    And black are the waters that sparkled so green.The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us
  • 622.  

  • 623.  
    When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
    Because of the seas outsideWhen the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
  • 624.  

  • 625.  
    Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
    Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
  • 626.  
    The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
    Which well you may see at the Zoo;But uglier yet is the hump we get
  • 627.  
    Rome never looks where she treads.
    Always her heavy hooves fallOn our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
  • 628.  
    As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
    I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall.
  • 629.  
    Cities and Thrones and Powers,
    Stand in Time's eye,Almost as long as flowers,
  • 630.  
    Eyes aloft, over dangerous places,
    The children follow the butterflies,And, in the sweat of their upturned faces,
  • 631.  
    There is sorrow enough in the natural way
    From men and women to fill our day;And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
  • 632.  
    Take up the White man's burden --
    Send forth the best ye breed --Go bind your sons to exile
  • 633.  
    They burnt a corpse upon the sand--
    The light shone out afar;It guided home the plunging dhows
  • 634.  
    I have done mostly what most men do,
    And pushed it out of my mind;But I can't forget, if I wanted to,
  • 635.  
    As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the ~Crocodile~,
    I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the Reg'lars' style.'E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates,
  • 636.  
    Take of English earth as much
    As either hand may rightly clutch.In the taking of it breathe
  • 637.  

  • 638.  
    These are our regulations --
    There's just one law for the ScoutAnd the first and the last, and the present and the past,
  • 639.  
    One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
    Will stick more close than a brother.And it's worth while seeking him half your days
  • 640.  
    'Have you news of my boy Jack? '
    Not this tide.'When d'you think that he'll come back? '
  • 641.  
    What is the song the children sing,
    When doorway lilacs bloom in Spring,And the Schools are loosed, and the games are played
  • 642.  
    Prelude to "Stalky & Co."

  • 643.  
    A great and glorious thing it is
    To learn, for seven years or so,The Lord knows what of that and this,
  • 644.  
    A Song of Instruction
    The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time --
  • 645.  
    A fool there was and he made his prayer
    (Even as you and I!)To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
  • 646.  
    My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach,
    And the koil sings above it, in the siris by the well,From the creeper-covered trellis comes the squirrel's chattering speech,
  • 647.  
    If down here I chance to die,
    Solemnly I beg you takeAll that is left of "I"
  • 648.  
    There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot,
    Nor any o' the Guns I knew;An' because it was so, why, o' course 'e went an' died,
  • 649.  
    They shut the road through the woods
    Seventy years ago.Weather and rain have undone it again,
  • 650.  
    When a lover hies abroad
    Looking for his love,Azrael smiling sheathes his sword,
Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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From morn to midnight, all day through,
I laugh and play as others do,
I sin and chatter, just the same
As others with a different name.

And all year long upon the stage
I dance and tumble and do rage
So vehemently, I scarcely see

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