Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 101.  
    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,
  • 102.  
    The God of Fair Beginnings
    Hath prospered here my hand, The cargoes of my lading,
  • 103.  
    We thought we ranked above the chance of ill.
    Others might fall, not we, for we were wise, Merchants in freedom. So, of our free-will
  • 104.  
    'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
    Not this tide. 'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
  • 105.  
    The ships destroy us above
    And ensnare us beneath. We arise, we lie down, and we
  • 106.  
    They bear, in place of classic names,
    Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold games
  • 107.  
    Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,
    Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give the girls another drink 'fore we sign away,
  • 108.  
    Farewell and adieu to you,
    Harwich Ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies ashore!
  • 109.  
    One moment bid the horses wait,
    Since tiffin is not laid till three, Below the upward path and strait
  • 110.  
    Lived a woman wonderful,
    (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true,
  • 111.  
    "A Priest in Spite of Himself"

  • 112.  
    The Song of Mowgli, I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done.
    Shere Khan said he would kill, would kill! At the gates in the twilight he would kill Mowgli, the Frog! He ate and he drank. Drink deep, Shere Khan, for when wilt thou drink again? Sleep and dream of the kill.
  • 113.  
    Plain Tales From the Hills
    Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these
  • 114.  
    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.
  • 115.  
    We now, held in captivity,
    Spring to our bondage nor grieve, See now, how it is blesseder,
  • 116.  
    "Saint Praxed's ever was the Church for peace"

  • 117.  
    As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled,
    Once, twice and again! And a doe leaped up, and a doe leaped up
  • 118.  
    I tell this tale, which is strictly true,
  • 119.  
    Where Horse and Rider each can trust the other everywhere,
    It takes a fence and more than a fence to pound that happy pair; For the one will do what the other demands, although he is beaten and blown,
  • 120.  
    There are whose study is of smells,
    And to attentive schools rehearse How something mixed with something else
  • 121.  
    His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride.
    Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide. If ye find that the bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;
  • 122.  
    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
  • 123.  
    Now, this is the cup the White Men drink
    When they go to right a wrong, And that is the cup of the old world's hate,
  • 124.  
    What of the hunting, hunter bold?
    Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill?
  • 125.  
    This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end,
    Then we outlive the impatient years and the much too patient friend: And because we know we have breath in our mouth and think we have thoughts enough in our head,
  • 126.  
    Brethren, how shall it fare with me
    When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he
  • 127.  
    Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,
    Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give the girls another drink 'fore we sign away,
  • 128.  
    My new-cut ashlar takes the light
    Where crimson-blank the windows flare; By my own work, before the night,
  • 129.  
    Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles
    On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow
  • 130.  
    One moment bid the horses wait,
    Since tiffin is not laid till three, Below the upward path and straight
  • 131.  
    The first time that Peter denied his Lord
    He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord, But followed far off to see what they would do,
  • 132.  
    "The Mother Hive", Actions and Reactions
    A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page
  • 133.  
    Once we feared The Beast when he followed us we ran,
    Ran very fast though we knew It was not right that The Beast should master Man;
  • 134.  
    Here we go in a flung festoon,
    Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
  • 135.  
    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.
  • 136.  
    Pussy can sit by the fire and sing,
    Pussy can climb a tree, Or play with a silly old cork and string
  • 137.  
    I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded.
    Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were,the guardrooms of them gilded,
  • 138.  
    When spring-time flushes the desert grass,
    Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the frails,
  • 139.  
    "Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers,
    With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?" "We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter,
  • 140.  
    Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told.
    His mercy fills the Khyber hills, his grace is manifold; He has taken toll of the North and the South, his glory reacheth far,
  • 141.  
    Shun -- shun the Bowl! That fatal, facile drink
    Has ruined many geese who dipped their quills in 't;Bribe, murder, marry, but steer clear of Ink
  • 142.  
    The fans and the beltings they roar round me.
    The power is shaking the floor round meTill the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes over.
  • 143.  
    Know this, my brethren, Heaven is clear
    And all the clouds are gone--The Proper Sort shall flourish now,
  • 144.  
    Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again,
    Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give the girls another drink 'fore we sign away --
  • 145.  
    1914-18 -- Sea Warfare

  • 146.  
    One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door --
    Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have more!From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed,
  • 147.  

  • 148.  
    East Coast Patrols of the War, 1914-18

  • 149.  
    That night, when through the mooring-chains
    The wide-eyed corpse rolled free,To blunder down by Garden Reach
  • 150.  
    "~And there was no more sea.~"

Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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