Poet Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 201.  
    Oh, glorious are the guarded heights
    Where guardian souls abide--Self-exiled from our gross delights--
  • 202.  
    "ONCE in so often," King Solomon said,
    Watching his quarrymen drill the stone,"We will curb our garlic and wine and bread
  • 203.  
    All the world over, nursing their scars,
    Sit the old fighting-men broke in the wars--Sit the old fighting-men, surly and grim
  • 204.  
    Lo! The Wild Cow of the Desert, her yeanling estrayed from her --
    Lost in the wind-plaited sand-dunes -- athirst in the maze of them.Hot-foot she follows those foot-prints -- the thrice-tangled ways of them.
  • 205.  
    She did not know that she was dead,
    But, when the pang was o'er,Sat down to wait her Master's tread
  • 206.  

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  • 208.  
    It was not part of their blood,
    It came to them very late With long arrears to make good,
  • 209.  
    ("The Story of the Gadsbys")

  • 210.  
    Up came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were
    fathered in--Curious, awkward, afraid.
  • 211.  
    Much I owe to the Lands that grew--
    More to the Lives that fed--But most to Allah Who gave me two
  • 212.  
    "Why is my District death-rate low?"
    Said Binks of Hezabad."Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are
  • 213.  
    Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
    Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
  • 214.  
    I have eaten your bread and salt.
    I have drunk your water and wine.In deaths ye died I have watched beside,
  • 215.  

  • 216.  
    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,
  • 217.  
    The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles
    So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue;There aren't a wave for miles an' miles
  • 218.  
    Ah! What avails the classic bent
    And what the cultured word,Against the undoctored incident
  • 219.  
    This Uninhabited Island
    Is near Cape Gardafui;But it's hot--too hot--of Suez
  • 220.  
    ". . . Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Instructors attached to the Egyptian Army haue been inadequately acknowledged. . . . To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in the soldiers of H.H. the Khedive." -- Extract from Letter, 1897

  • 221.  
    'Less you want your toes trod of you'd better get back at once,
    For the bullocks are walking two by two,The byles are walking two by two,
  • 222.  
    A much-discerning Public hold
    The Singer generally singsAnd prints and sells his past for gold.
  • 223.  
    In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
    For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt;I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
  • 224.  
    There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,
    Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark:
  • 225.  
    Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each
    Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyesAsking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain
  • 226.  
    Because I sought it far from men,
    In deserts and alone,I found it burning overhead,
  • 227.  
    That which is marred at birth Time shall not mend,
    Nor water out of bitter well make clean;All evil thing returneth at the end,
  • 228.  
    The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire,
    He shall fulfill God's utmost will unknowing His desire;And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise,
  • 229.  
    Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
    Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
  • 230.  
    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 --
  • 231.  
    Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order
    (Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter,
  • 232.  

  • 233.  
    To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
    The Earth is racked and fain--Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
  • 234.  
    Theodore Roosevelt

  • 235.  
    South and far south below the Line,
    Our Admiral leads us on,Above, undreamed-of planets shine--
  • 236.  
    Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor. -- I Samuel, xxviii. 7

  • 237.  
    The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow--
    They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.The People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight;
  • 238.  
    Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire

  • 239.  

  • 240.  
    More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi,
    an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost with a beggar-girl, who had loved him and followed him in all his camps,
  • 241.  
    (Our Army in the East)

  • 242.  
    Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
    And black are the waters that sparkled so green.The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
  • 243.  
    If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
    If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,
  • 244.  
    (Mobile Columns of the Boer War)

  • 245.  
    For our white and our excellent nights--for the nights of swift
    running,Fair ranging, far seeing, good hunting, sure cunning!
  • 246.  
    It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine,
    And much I wondered how he lived, and where the beast might dine,And many, many other things, till, o'er my morning smoke,
  • 247.  
    I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!)
    Where roaring on the ledges the summer ground-swell rolled;I heard them lift the chorus that dropped the breakers' song --
  • 248.  
    Naked and grey the Cotswolds stand
    Beneath the summer sun, And the stubble fields on either hand
  • 249.  
    For things we never mention,
    For Art misunderstood --For excellent intention
  • 250.  

Total 550 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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