Poet Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 151.  
    Western Version

  • 152.  
    I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines--
    I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines!The roofs shall fade before it,
  • 153.  
    Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;
    Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;
  • 154.  
    Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail,
    A spectre at my door,Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail --
  • 155.  
    St. Andrews, 1923

  • 156.  
    Whether the State can loose and bind
    In Heaven as well as on Earth:If it be wiser to kill mankind
  • 157.  
    Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. AAs the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
    For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
  • 158.  
    He that hath a Gospel
    To loose upon Mankind,Though he serve it utterly--
  • 159.  
    Kabul town's by Kabul river --
    Blow the bugle, draw the sword --There I lef' my mate for ever,
  • 160.  
    By the well, where the bullocks go
    Silent and blind and slow --By the field where the young corn dies
  • 161.  
    Elephants of the Gun-Teams

  • 162.  
    (Deserters)
    There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare--
  • 163.  
    Who knows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason?
    What are his measures and balances? Which is his seasonFor laughter, forbearance or bloodshed, and what devils move him
  • 164.  
    Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go
    By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below.Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in --
  • 165.  
    They killed a Child to please the Gods
    In Earth's young penitence,And I have bled in that Babe's stead
  • 166.  
    I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain--
    I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs.I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane.
  • 167.  
    ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African War.

  • 168.  
    "'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?"
    "Now 'ow in the devil would I know?""'E's taken my girl out walkin',
  • 169.  
    To the City of Bombay

  • 170.  
    Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather,
    Ride, follow the fox if you can!But, for pleasure and profit together,
  • 171.  
    Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
    An', taught by time, I tak' it so -- exceptin' always Steam.From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God --
  • 172.  
    As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely
    Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with fervor from afar;And I wondered idly, blindly, if the maid would greet me kindly.
  • 173.  
    As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
    Once, twice, and again!And a doe leaped up -- and a doe leaped up
  • 174.  
    1911

  • 175.  
    My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
    To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my shareWhen we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
  • 176.  
    I.

  • 177.  
    I was very well pleased with what I knowed,
    I reckoned myself no fool --Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road,
  • 178.  
    So long as 'neath the Kalka hills
    The tonga-horn shall ring,So long as down the Solon dip
  • 179.  
    There was darkness under Heaven
    For an hour's space--Darkness that we knew was given
  • 180.  
    We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights;
    We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites;It's before us, an' be'ind us, an' we cannot get away,
  • 181.  
    Veil them, cover them, wall them round--
    Blossom, and creeper, and weed--Let us forget the sight and the sound,
  • 182.  
    ("Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they
    cover themselves with their works: their works are worksof inquity and the act of violence is in their hands." --
  • 183.  
    "They are fools who kiss and tell" --
    Wisely has the poet sung.Man may hold all sorts of posts
  • 184.  
    Excellent herbs had our fathers of old--
    Excellent herbs to ease their pain--Alexanders and Marigold,
  • 185.  
    To-day, across our fathers' graves,
    The astonished years revealThe remnant of that desperate host
  • 186.  
    Old is the song that I sing --
    Old as my unpaid bills --Old as the chicken that kitmutgars bring
  • 187.  
    A Rose, in tatters on the garden path,
    Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath,Because a sudden wind at twilight's hush
  • 188.  
    E.B. Browning

  • 189.  
    A stone's throw out on either hand
    From that well-ordered road we tread,And all the world is wild and strange;
  • 190.  
    Securely, after days
    Unnumbered, I beholdKings mourn that promised praise
  • 191.  
    1914-18

  • 192.  
    'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house,
    Where sailor-men reside,And there were men of all the ports
  • 193.  
    Prophets have honour all over the Earth,
    Except in the village where they were born,Where such as knew them boys from birth
  • 194.  
    1915

  • 195.  
    Jack Barrett went to Quetta
    Because they told him to.He left his wife at Simla
  • 196.  
    Unless you come of the gipsy stock
    That steals by night and day, Lock your heart with a double lock
  • 197.  
    (Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War)

  • 198.  
    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
  • 199.  
    Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar,
    Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar,"Waited on the Government with a claim to wear
  • 200.  
    1917

Total 550 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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