Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 151.  
    It I have given you delight
    By aught that I have done,Let me lie quiet in that night
  • 152.  
    This is the ballad of Ahmed Shah
    Dealer in tats in the Sudder Bazar,By the gate that leads to the Gold Minar
  • 153.  
    -Here was a people whom after their works thou shalt see wept over for their lost dominion:and in this palace is the last information respecting lords collected in the dust.� -The Arabian Nights.

  • 154.  
    THERE was a small boy of Quebec,
    Who was buried in snow to his neck; When they said. "Are you friz?"
  • 155.  
    Rajah of Kolazai,
    Drinketh the "simpkin" and brandy peg, Maketh the money to fly,
  • 156.  
    Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen
  • 157.  
    The Soldier may forget his Sword,
    The Sailorman the Sea,The Mason may forget the Word
  • 158.  
    The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds --
    The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er all she needs;But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun',
  • 159.  
    Ride with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel,
    But, once in a way, there will come a dayWhen the colt must be taught to feel
  • 160.  
    When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
    Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
  • 161.  
    Adam Lindsay Gordon

  • 162.  
    To be sung by the unlearned to the tune of "King John and the Abbot of Canterbury," and by the learned to "Tempest-a-brewing."

  • 163.  

  • 164.  
    O woe is me for the merry life
    I led beyond the Bar,And a treble woe for my winsome wife
  • 165.  
    The Tudor Monarchy

  • 166.  
    Long years ago, ere R--lls or R--ce
    Trebled the mileage man could cover;When Sh--nks's Mare was H--bs--n's Choice,
  • 167.  
    The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo,
    His mental processes are plain--one knows what he will do,And can logically predicate his finish by his start;
  • 168.  
    (Sea Warfare)

  • 169.  
    Maternity Hospital

  • 170.  
    There are not leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally,
    Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow.There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugle we rally
  • 171.  
    Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi,
    Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun;An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry,
  • 172.  
    The Four Archangels, so the legends tell,
    Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael,Being first of those to whom the Power was shown
  • 173.  
    Nov. 27, 8 B.C. Horace, BK. V. Ode 31

  • 174.  
    How do we know, by the bank-high river,
    Where the mired and sulky oxen wait,And it looks as though we might wait for ever,
  • 175.  
    Stopped in the straight when the race was his own
    Look at him cutting it--cur to the bone! Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden
  • 176.  
    The Fifteenth Century

  • 177.  
    Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;
    Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.From reef and rock and skerry -- over headland, ness, and voe --
  • 178.  
    There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,
    And the ricks stand grey to the sun,Singing: "Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the dover,
  • 179.  
    If wars were won by feasting,
    Or victory by song,Or safety found in sleeping sound,
  • 180.  
    About the time that taverns shut
    And men can buy no beer,Two lads went up to the keepers' hut
  • 181.  
    Mat. Prior

  • 182.  

  • 183.  
    With us there rade a Maister-Cook that came
    From the Rochelle which is neere Angouleme.Littel hee was, but rounder than a topp,
  • 184.  

  • 185.  
    The night we felt the earth would move
    We stole and plucked him by the hand,Because we loved him with the love
  • 186.  
    Though tangled and twisted the course of true love
    This ditty explains,No tangle's so tangled it cannot improve
  • 187.  
    When the drums begin to beat
    Down the street,When the poles are fetched and guyed,
  • 188.  
    This fell when dinner-time was done --
    'Twixt the first an' the second rub --That oor mon Jock cam' hame again
  • 189.  
    The King has called for priest and cup,
    The King has taken spur and bladeTo dub True Thomas a belted knight,
  • 190.  
    Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse
    Was good beyond all earthly need;But, on the other hand, her spouse
  • 191.  
    ~And reports the derelict ~Mary Pollock~ still at sea.~
  • 192.  
    Who gives him the Bath?
    "I," said the wet,Rank-Jungle-sweat,
  • 193.  
    How shall she know the worship we would do her?
    The walls are high, and she is very far.How shall the woman's message reach unto her
  • 194.  

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  • 196.  
    Now the new year reviving old desires,
    The restless soul to open sea aspires,Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore,
  • 197.  
    After His Realms and States were moved
    To bare their hearts to the King they loved, Tendering themselves in homage and devotion,
  • 198.  
    Our King went forth on pilgrimage
    His prayers and vows to payTo them that saved our heritage
  • 199.  
    Not many years ago a King died in one of the Rajpoot States.
    His wives, disregarding the orders of the English against Suttee, would have broken out of the palace had not the gates been barred.
  • 200.  
    Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay,
    Driving rain and falling tears,As the steamer wears to sea
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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