Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 301.  
    She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew
    For she heard a whimper under the sill and a great grey paw came through.The fresh flame comforted the hut and shone on the roof-beam,
  • 302.  
    Before
    Twas not while England's sword unsheathed Put half a world to flight,
  • 303.  
    Our Fathers in a wondrous age,
    Ere yet the Earth was small,Ensured to us a heritage,
  • 304.  
    (South African War ended, May, 1902)

  • 305.  
    Love and Death once ceased their strife
    At the Tavern of Man's Life.Called for wine, and threw -- alas! --
  • 306.  
    Now we are come to our Kingdom,
    And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace gate-
  • 307.  
    XVIth Circuit -- Donne

  • 308.  
    I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand,
    I see a river loop and run about a treeless land --An empty plain, a steely pond, a distance diamond-clear,
  • 309.  
    Sooner or late--in earnest or in jest--
    (But the stakes are no jest) Ithuriel's HourWill spring on us, for the first time, the test
  • 310.  
    A Farmer of the Augustan Age
    Perused in Virgil's golden pageThe story of the secret won
  • 311.  
    Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races--
    Holding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the Dome,Plucking the splendid robes of the passers-by, and with pitiful! faces
  • 312.  
    1901

  • 313.  
    The wind took off with the sunset--
    The fog came up with the tide,When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell
  • 314.  
    Away by the lands of the Japanee
    Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink
  • 315.  
    It was not in the open fight
    We threw away the sword,But in the lonely watching
  • 316.  
    This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer.
    Run in a single burst--only event of its kind--Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma,
  • 317.  
    'The eradication of memories of the Great War. -SOCIALIST GOVERNMENT ORGAN

  • 318.  
    These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight.
    We have only the memory left of their hometreasured sayings and laughter.The price of our loss shall be paid to our hands, not another's hereafter.
  • 319.  
    In extended observation of the ways and works of man,
    From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan: I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise,
  • 320.  
    I have been given my charge to keep--
    Well have I kept the same!Playing with strife for the most of my life,
  • 321.  
    Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings,
    Are changing 'neath our hand.Our fathers also see these things
  • 322.  
    Thy face is far from this our war,
    Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind,
  • 323.  
    When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread
    Too near to where they lay,They lifted neither voice nor head,
  • 324.  
    In their deepest caverns of limestone
    They pictured the Gods of Food--The Horse, the Elk, and the Bison
  • 325.  
    2 Samuel XIV. 14.

  • 326.  
    You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
    You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
  • 327.  
    1902

  • 328.  
    1899 -- When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.

  • 329.  
    "There's no sense in going further --
    it's the edge of cultivation,"So they said, and I believed it --
  • 330.  
    Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant
    To the Senior Orderly Man:"Our Orderly Orf'cer's ~hokee-mut~,
  • 331.  
    The Cities are full of pride,
    Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side,
  • 332.  
    There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
    There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;
  • 333.  
    Chauser

  • 334.  
    (Foot-Service to the Hills)

  • 335.  
    We have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar -
    All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us now no more;All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not deny -
  • 336.  
    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
  • 337.  
    Peace is declared, and I return
    To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same;Things 'ave transpired which made me learn
  • 338.  
    Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid,
    He to the overbearing BoanergesJonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor,
  • 339.  
    Dread Mother of Forgetfulness
    Who, when Thy reign begins,Wipest away the Soul's distress,
  • 340.  
    The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
    But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart. And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
  • 341.  
    1911

  • 342.  
    The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower-
    Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings-And the thorns have covered the city of Gaur.
  • 343.  
    After He Has Been Extemporising On an Instrument Not Of His Own Invention -- Browning

  • 344.  
    Allowing for the difference 'twixt prose and rhymed exaggeration, this ought to reproduce the sense of what Sir A-- told the nation sometime ago, when the Government struck from our incomes two per cent.

  • 345.  
    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,
  • 346.  
    Not in the thick of the fight,
    Not in the press of the odds,Do the heroes come to their height,
  • 347.  
    Nothing in life has been made by man for man's using
    But it was shown long since to man in agesLost as the name of the maker of it,
  • 348.  
    There's a pasture in a valley where the hanging woods divide,
    And a Herd lies down and ruminates in peace;Where the pheasant rules the nooning, and the owl the twilight tide,
  • 349.  
    1918

  • 350.  
    R. W. Emerson

Total 690 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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