Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 651.  
    March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies.
    Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip.Front! The faces of the women in the 'ouses
  • 652.  
    When Earth's last picture is painted
    And the tubes are twisted and driedWhen the oldest colors have faded
  • 653.  
    If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
    Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
  • 654.  
    Where run your colts at pasture?
    Where hide your mares to breed?'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap
  • 655.  
    Roses red and roses white
    Plucked I for my love's delight.She would none of all my posies--
  • 656.  
    When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
    'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
  • 657.  
    Three things make earth unquiet
    And four she cannot brookThe godly Agur counted them
  • 658.  
    I keep six honest serving-men
    (They taught me all I knew);Their names are What and Why and When
  • 659.  
    Once on a time, the ancient legends tell,
    Truth, rising from the bottom of her well,Looked on the world, but, hearing how it lied,
  • 660.  
    Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide,
    By the hot sun emptied, and blistered and dried;Log in the plume-grass, hidden and lone;
  • 661.  
    If I were hanged on the highest hill,
    Mother o- mine, O mother o- mine! I know whose love would follow me still,
  • 662.  
    By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
    There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
  • 663.  
    You call yourself a man,
    For all you used to swear,An' leave me, as you can,
  • 664.  
    (Soudan Expeditionary Force)

  • 665.  
    (In Memory of a Commission)
    Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
  • 666.  
    Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
    Our furs with the drifted snow,As we come in with the seal--the seal!
  • 667.  
    Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
    And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
  • 668.  
    R. L. Stevenson

  • 669.  
    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
  • 670.  
    The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
    Which well you may see at the Zoo;But uglier yet is the hump we get
  • 671.  
    There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield
    And the ricks stand gray to the sun,Singing:-'Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover
  • 672.  
    My new-cut ashlar takes the light
    Where crimson-blank the windows flare;By my own work, before the night,
  • 673.  
    Dim dawn behind the tamerisks-the sky is saffron-yellow-
    As the women in the village grind the corn,And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
  • 674.  
    Father and Mother, and Me,
    Sister and Auntie sayAll the people like us are We,
  • 675.  
    I have made for you a song
    And it may be right or wrong,But only you can tell me if it's true.
  • 676.  
    Will you conquer my heart with your beauty; my sould going out from afar?
    Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautions shikar?
  • 677.  
    Life's all getting and giving,
    I've only myself to give.What shall I do for a living?
  • 678.  
    Here come I to my own again,
    Fed, forgiven and known again,Claimed by bone of my bone again
  • 679.  
    After the burial-parties leave
    And the baffled kites have fled;The wise hyaenas come out at eve
  • 680.  
    We knew thee of old,
    Oh divinely restored,By the light of thine eyes
  • 681.  
    When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
    He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
  • 682.  
    Speakin' in general, I'ave tried 'em all
    The ‘appy roads that take you o'er the world.Speakin' in general, I'ave found them good
  • 683.  
    God of our fathers, known of old-
    Lord of our far-flung battle line-Beneath whose awful hand we hold
  • 684.  

  • 685.  
    Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
    With idiot moons and stars retracting stars?Creep thou between-thy coming's all unnoised.
  • 686.  
    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
  • 687.  
    You may talk o' gin and beer
    When you're quartered safe out ‘ere,An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
  • 688.  
    I am made all things to all men-
    Hebrew, Roman, and Greek- In each one's tongue I speal,
  • 689.  
    Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again!
    Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.Loose all sail, and brace your yards aback and full-
  • 690.  
    If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
    Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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