Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 501.  
    Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse
    Was good beyond all earthly need;But, on the other hand, her spouse
  • 502.  
    The King has called for priest and cup,
    The King has taken spur and bladeTo dub True Thomas a belted knight,
  • 503.  
    This fell when dinner-time was done --
    'Twixt the first an' the second rub --That oor mon Jock cam' hame again
  • 504.  
    When the drums begin to beat
    Down the street,When the poles are fetched and guyed,
  • 505.  
    Though tangled and twisted the course of true love
    This ditty explains,No tangle's so tangled it cannot improve
  • 506.  
    The night we felt the earth would move
    We stole and plucked him by the hand,Because we loved him with the love
  • 507.  

  • 508.  
    With us there rade a Maister-Cook that came
    From the Rochelle which is neere Angouleme.Littel hee was, but rounder than a topp,
  • 509.  

  • 510.  
    Mat. Prior

  • 511.  
    About the time that taverns shut
    And men can buy no beer,Two lads went up to the keepers' hut
  • 512.  
    If wars were won by feasting,
    Or victory by song,Or safety found in sleeping sound,
  • 513.  
    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,
  • 514.  
    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 --
  • 515.  
    The Fifteenth Century

  • 516.  
    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
  • 517.  
    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,
  • 518.  
    Nov. 27, 8 B.C. Horace, BK. V. Ode 31

  • 519.  
    The Four Archangels, so the legends tell,
    Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael,Being first of those to whom the Power was shown
  • 520.  
    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,
  • 521.  
    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
  • 522.  
    Maternity Hospital

  • 523.  
    (Sea Warfare)

  • 524.  
    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;
  • 525.  
    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,
  • 526.  
    The Tudor Monarchy

  • 527.  
    O woe is me for the merry life
    I led beyond the Bar,And a treble woe for my winsome wife
  • 528.  

  • 529.  
    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."

  • 530.  
    Adam Lindsay Gordon

  • 531.  
    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,
  • 532.  
    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
  • 533.  
    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',
  • 534.  
    The Soldier may forget his Sword,
    The Sailorman the Sea,The Mason may forget the Word
  • 535.  
    Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen
  • 536.  
    Rajah of Kolazai,
    Drinketh the "simpkin" and brandy peg, Maketh the money to fly,
  • 537.  
    THERE was a small boy of Quebec,
    Who was buried in snow to his neck; When they said. "Are you friz?"
  • 538.  
    -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.

  • 539.  
    This is the ballad of Ahmed Shah
    Dealer in tats in the Sudder Bazar,By the gate that leads to the Gold Minar
  • 540.  
    It I have given you delight
    By aught that I have done,Let me lie quiet in that night
  • 541.  
    "~And there was no more sea.~"

  • 542.  
    That night, when through the mooring-chains
    The wide-eyed corpse rolled free,To blunder down by Garden Reach
  • 543.  
    East Coast Patrols of the War, 1914-18

  • 544.  

  • 545.  
    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,
  • 546.  
    1914-18 -- Sea Warfare

  • 547.  
    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 --
  • 548.  
    Know this, my brethren, Heaven is clear
    And all the clouds are gone--The Proper Sort shall flourish now,
  • 549.  
    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.
  • 550.  
    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
Total 550 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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 by Sara Teasdale

The moon is a curving flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
And I for you;
The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
To-night for us.

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