Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 201.  
    Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges --
    They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges. Song of the Dead in the South -- in the sun by their skeleton horses,
  • 202.  
    Since ye distemper and defile
    Sweet Here by the measured mile,Nor aught on jocund highways heed
  • 203.  
    Circa 1904 -- Done out of Boethius by Geoffrey Chaucer

  • 204.  
    Until thy feet have trod the Road
    Advise not wayside folk,Nor till thy back has borne the Load
  • 205.  
    Dawn off the Foreland -- the young flood making
    Jumbled and short and steep -- Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking --
  • 206.  
    1899-1902 -- Boer War

  • 207.  
    Alone upon the housetops to the North
    I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky--The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
  • 208.  
    When the earth was sick and the skies were grey,
    And the woods were rotted with rain,The Dead Man rode through the autumn day
  • 209.  
    When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald,
    In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field,He called to him Hobdenius-a Briton of the Clay,
  • 210.  
    This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
    Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne, Who harried the district of Alalone:
  • 211.  
    There were three friends that buried the fourth,
    The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes, And they went south and east and north-
  • 212.  
    England's on the anvil--hear the hammers ring--
    Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne!Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King--
  • 213.  
    Horace, BK. V. Ode 20.

  • 214.  
    I am the land of their fathers,
    In me the virtue stays.I will bring back my children,
  • 215.  
    Too late, alas! the song
    To remedy the wrong; - The rooms are taken from us, swept and
  • 216.  
    Twelve hundred million men are spread
    About this Earth, and I and YouWonder, when You and I are dead,
  • 217.  
    The overfaithful sword returns the user
    His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood.The clamour of the arrogant accuser
  • 218.  
    Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage!
    (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!)For the Lord our God Most High
  • 219.  
    Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled --
    Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled --Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world.
  • 220.  
    Love's fiery chariot, Delia, take
    Which Vulcan wrought for Venus' sake.Wings shall not waft thee, but a flame
  • 221.  
    Over the edge of the purple down,
    Where the single lamplight gleams,Know ye the road to the Merciful Town
  • 222.  

  • 223.  
    These are the Four that are never content, that have never be
    filled since the Dews began--Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the
  • 224.  
    When you've shouted ' Rule Britannia,' when you've sung ' God save the Queen,'
    When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth,Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
  • 225.  
    There´s no wind along these seas,
    Out oars for Stavanger!Forward all for Stavanger!
  • 226.  
    The Files -Office Files !
  • 227.  
    I have made for you a song,
    And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it's true;
  • 228.  
    There's a Legion that never was 'listed,
    That carries no colours or crest,But, split in a thousand detachments,
  • 229.  
    So we settled it all when the storm was done
    As comfy as comfy could be; And I was to wait in the barn, my dears,
  • 230.  
    The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay:
    'Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and slay,'And the Saint and Seer and Prophet
  • 231.  
    After the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name,
    In the years that the lights were darkened, or ever St. Wilfridcame,
  • 232.  
    It was our war-ship Clampherdown
    Would sweep the Channel clean,Wherefore she kept her hatches close
  • 233.  
    This is the midnight-let no star
    Delude us-dawn is very far.This is the tempest long foretold-
  • 234.  
    On the reassembling of Parliament after the Coronation, the Government have no intention of allowing their followers to vote according to their convictions on the Declaration of London, but insist on a strictly party vote.-- Daily Papers

  • 235.  
    Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel
    To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel;The leg-bar chafed the ankle and we gasped for cooler air,
  • 236.  
    Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her;
    Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her.Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;
  • 237.  
    King Solomon drew merchantmen,
    Because of his desireFor peacocks, apes, and ivory,
  • 238.  
    "An Unqualified Pilot"

  • 239.  

  • 240.  
    The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone;
    'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is own;'E keeps 'is side-arms awful: 'e leaves 'em all about,
  • 241.  
    GOD gave all men all earth to love,
    But since our hearts are small,Ordained for each one spot should prove
  • 242.  
    Thomas Tusser

  • 243.  
    I know not in Whose hands are laid
    To empty upon earthFrom unsuspected ambuscade
  • 244.  
    I have made for you a song,
    And it may be right or wrong,But only you can tell me if it-s true;
  • 245.  
    The white moth to the closing bine,
    The bee to the opened clover,And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
  • 246.  
    "Where have you been this while away,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?"'Long with the rest on a picnic lay,
  • 247.  
    There was a strife 'twixt man and maid--
    Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt man and maid,
  • 248.  
    The white moth to the closing bine,
    The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
  • 249.  
    The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar --
    Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are.There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep,
  • 250.  
    I sent a message to my dear --
    A thousand leagues and more to Her --The dumb sea-levels thrilled to hear,
Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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