Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 51.  
    Why gird at Lollius if he care
    To purchase in the city's sight, With nard and roses for his hair,
  • 52.  
    Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!
    'Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!' Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
  • 53.  
    England is a cosy little country,
    Excepting for the draughts along the floor. And that is why you're told,
  • 54.  
    Jelaludin Muhammed Akbar, Guardian of Mankind,
    Moved his standards out of Delhi to Jaunpore of lower Hind, Where a mosque was to be builded, and a lovelier ne'er was planned;
  • 55.  
    We know the Rocket's upward whizz;
    We know the Boom before the Bust. We know the whistling Wail which is
  • 56.  
    These were my companions going forth by night
    (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) Now come I to whistle them the ending of the fight.
  • 57.  
    ACT II. SCENE 2.

  • 58.  
    Oh, long had we paltered
    With bridle and girth Ere those horses were haltered
  • 59.  
    'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once,
    For the bullocks are walking two by two, The byles are walking two by two,
  • 60.  
    "EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE"
    A. "I was a Have." B. "I was a 'have-not.'"
  • 61.  
    Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
    With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between, thy coming's all unnoised.
  • 62.  
    From every quarter of your land
    They give God thanks who turned away Death and the needy madman's hand,
  • 63.  
    The doors were wide, the story saith,
    Out of the night came the patient wraith. He might not speak, and he could not stir
  • 64.  
    Colour fulfils where Music has no power:
    By each man's light the unjudging glass betrays All men's surrender, each man's holiest hour
  • 65.  
    There was a strife 'twixt man and maid
    Oh that was at the birth of time! But what befall 'twixt man and maid,,
  • 66.  
    The merry clerks of Oxenford they stretch themselves at ease
    Unhelmeted on unbleached sward beneath unshrivelled trees. For the leaves, the leaves, are on the bough, the bark is on the bole,
  • 67.  
    I'm just in love with all these three,
    The Weald and the Marsh and the Down country. Nor I don't know which I love the most,
  • 68.  
    I
    This is the sorrowful story
  • 69.  
    This is the reason why Rustum Beg,
    Rajah of Kolazai, Drinketh the "simpkin" and brandy peg,
  • 70.  
    When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,
    He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require,
  • 71.  
    There's a widow in sleepy Chester
    Who weeps for her only son; There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
  • 72.  
    When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay,
    Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way
  • 73.  
    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, on his saddle-bow. He lost the girl when almost within sight of safety.
    A Maratta trooper tells the story:,
  • 74.  
    I keep six honest serving-men
    (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When
  • 75.  
    We've drunk to the Queen, God bless her!,
    We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our English brother,
  • 76.  
    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,
  • 77.  
    Of all the trees that grow so fair,
    Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun,
  • 78.  
    It was our war-ship Clampherdown
    Would sweep the Channel clean, Wherefore she kept her hatches close
  • 79.  
    When the darkened Fifties dip to the North,
    And frost and the fog divide the air, And the day is dead at his breaking-forth,
  • 80.  
    Dawn off the Foreland, the young flood making
    Jumbled and short and steep, Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking,
  • 81.  
    Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
    That Mang the Bat sets free The herds are shut in byre and hut,
  • 82.  
    Singer and tailor am I,
    Doubled the joys that I know, Proud of my lilt to the sky,
  • 83.  
    When by the labour of my 'ands
    I've 'elped to pack a transport tight With prisoners for foreign lands,
  • 84.  
    "To-tschin-shu is condemned to death.
    How can he drink tea with the Executioner?" Japanese Proverb.
  • 85.  
    One moment past our bodies cast
    No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track,
  • 86.  
    No doubt but ye are the People-your throne is above the King's.
    Whoso speaks in your presence must say acceptable things: Bowing the head in worship, bending the knee in fear,
  • 87.  
    Have you news of my boy Jack?"
    Not this tide. "When d'you think that he'll come back?"
  • 88.  
    The rain it rains without a stay
    In the hills above us, in the hills; And presently the floods break way
  • 89.  
    To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
    To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
  • 90.  
    My New-Cut ashlar takes the light
    Where crimson-blank the windows flare. By my own work before the night,
  • 91.  
    Where's the lamp that Hero lit
    Once to call Leander home? Equal Time hath shovelled it
  • 92.  
    I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim,
    Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to listen to him! Good for a fortnight, am I? The doctor told you? He lied.
  • 93.  
    We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low.
    Will you never let us go? We ate bread and onions when you took towns, or ran aboard quickly when you were beaten back by the foe.
  • 94.  
    When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
    Because of the seas outside; When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
  • 95.  
    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,
  • 96.  
    Once again the Steamer at Calais, the tackles
    Easing the car-trays on to the quay. Release her! Sign-refill, and let me away with my horses.
  • 97.  
    When that with meat and drink they had fulfilled
    Not temperately but like him conceived In monstrous jest at Meudon, whose regale
  • 98.  
    Beneath the deep veranda's shade,
    When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch, alas!
  • 99.  
    This ditty is a string of lies.
    But-how the deuce did Gubbins rise?
  • 100.  
    You must n't swim till you're six weeks old,
    Or your head will be sunk by your heels; And summer gales and Killer Whales
Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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