Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 101.  
    "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.
    "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said."What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.
  • 102.  
    What is a woman that you forsake her,
    And the hearth-fire and the home-acre. To go with the old grey Widow-maker?
  • 103.  
    We meet in an evil land
    That is near to the gates of hell. I wait for thy command
  • 104.  
    To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
    To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
  • 105.  
    (A. D. 406)
    "A Centurion of the Thirtieth"
  • 106.  
    Modern Machinery
    We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,We were melted in the furnace and the pit--
  • 107.  
    I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at,
    A-layin' on the sergeant I don't know a gun from a bat;My shirt's doin' duty for jacket, my sock's stickin' out o' my boots,
  • 108.  
    One moment bid the horses wait,
    Since tiffin is not laid till three,Below the upward path and straight
  • 109.  
    Jane went to Paradise:
    That was only fair.Good Sir Walter followed her,
  • 110.  
    Written for "The Pageant of Parliament," 1934

  • 111.  
    Since first the White Horse Banner blew free,
    By Hengist's horde unfurled,Nothing has changed on land or sea
  • 112.  
    Parliaments of Henry III., 1265

  • 113.  
    Once red ripple came to land
    In the golden sunset burning--Lapped against a maiden's hand,
  • 114.  
    Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned.
    His days are counted and reprieve is vain:Who shall entreat with Death to stay his hand;
  • 115.  
    (Field Marshal Lord Roberts of Kandahar)

  • 116.  
    Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300

  • 117.  
    I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:
    I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick,But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard: I've made the cinders fly,
  • 118.  
    Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt water unbounded --
    The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing --
  • 119.  
    The Law whereby my lady moves
    Was never Law to me, But 'tis enough that she approves
  • 120.  
    Farewell and adieu to you, Harwich Ladies,
    Farewell and adieu to you, ladies ashore! For we've received orders to work to the eastward
  • 121.  
    Before a midnight breaks in storm,
    Or herded sea in wrath,Ye know what wavering gusts inform
  • 122.  
    The earth is full of anger,
    The seas are dark with wrath,The Nations in their harness
  • 123.  
    1914-18

  • 124.  
    1914-18

  • 125.  
    The man that is open of heart to his neighbour,
    And stops to consider his likes and dislikes,His blood shall be wholesome whatever his labour,
  • 126.  
    The stream is shrunk--the pool is dry,
    And we be comrades, thou and I;With fevered jowl and dusty flank
  • 127.  
    I have a dream -- a dreadful dream --
    A dream that is never done.I watch a man go out of his mind,
  • 128.  
    Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
    That Mang the Bat sets free--The herds are shut in byre and hut,
  • 129.  
    A.D. 980-1016

  • 130.  
    The Army Musket--1700-1815

  • 131.  
    Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
    Our love and toil in the years to be;When we are grown and take our place
  • 132.  
    I go to concert, party, ball --
    What profit is in these?I sit alone against the wall
  • 133.  
    'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
    With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
  • 134.  
    I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in Most wise tones,
    "Let us melt into the landscape -- just us two by our lones."People have come -- in a carriage -- calling. But Mummy is
  • 135.  
    (Non-commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners)

  • 136.  
    Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands!
    Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands! He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud,
  • 137.  
    We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done
    Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne.
  • 138.  
    When, foot to wheel and back to wind,
    The helmsman dare not look behind,But hears beyond his compass-light,
  • 139.  
    By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed
    From the cliff where she lay in the SunFell the Stone
  • 140.  
    (A.D. 687)

  • 141.  
    To the Heavens above us
    O look and beholdThe Planets that love us
  • 142.  
    What of the hunting, hunter bold?
    Brother, the watch was long and cold.What of the quarry ye went to kill?
  • 143.  
    (Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of her basket at Heathfield Fair -- locally known as Heffle Cuckoo Fair.)

  • 144.  
    See you the ferny ride that steals
    Into the oak-woods far?O that was whence they hewed the keels
  • 145.  
    Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedan schoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service at Suakim) when he heard that Kitchener was taking money from the English to build a Madrissa for Hubshees -- or a college for the Sudanese.

  • 146.  
    Here we go in a flung festoon,
    Half-way up to the jealous moon!Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
  • 147.  
    ENGLISH IRREGULAR, DISCHARGED

  • 148.  
    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,
  • 149.  
    Unless you come of the gipsy stock
    That steals by night and day,Lock your heart with a double lock
  • 150.  
    The Stranger within my gate,
    He may be true or kind,But he does not talk my talk--
Total 550 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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