Poet Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 351.  
    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,
  • 352.  
    Dread Mother of Forgetfulness
    Who, when Thy reign begins,Wipest away the Soul's distress,
  • 353.  
    Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid,
    He to the overbearing BoanergesJonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor,
  • 354.  
    Peace is declared, and I return
    To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same;Things 'ave transpired which made me learn
  • 355.  
    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
  • 356.  
    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 -
  • 357.  
    (Foot-Service to the Hills)

  • 358.  
    Chauser

  • 359.  
    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;
  • 360.  
    The Cities are full of pride,
    Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side,
  • 361.  
    Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant
    To the Senior Orderly Man:"Our Orderly Orf'cer's ~hokee-mut~,
  • 362.  
    "There's no sense in going further --
    it's the edge of cultivation,"So they said, and I believed it --
  • 363.  
    1899 -- When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.

  • 364.  
    1902

  • 365.  
    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
  • 366.  
    2 Samuel XIV. 14.

  • 367.  
    In their deepest caverns of limestone
    They pictured the Gods of Food--The Horse, the Elk, and the Bison
  • 368.  
    When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread
    Too near to where they lay,They lifted neither voice nor head,
  • 369.  
    Thy face is far from this our war,
    Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind,
  • 370.  
    Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings,
    Are changing 'neath our hand.Our fathers also see these things
  • 371.  
    I have been given my charge to keep--
    Well have I kept the same!Playing with strife for the most of my life,
  • 372.  
    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,
  • 373.  
    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.
  • 374.  
    'The eradication of memories of the Great War. -SOCIALIST GOVERNMENT ORGAN

  • 375.  
    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,
  • 376.  
    It was not in the open fight
    We threw away the sword,But in the lonely watching
  • 377.  
    Away by the lands of the Japanee
    Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink
  • 378.  
    The wind took off with the sunset--
    The fog came up with the tide,When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell
  • 379.  
    1901

  • 380.  
    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
  • 381.  
    A Farmer of the Augustan Age
    Perused in Virgil's golden pageThe story of the secret won
  • 382.  
    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
  • 383.  
    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,
  • 384.  
    XVIth Circuit -- Donne

  • 385.  
    Now we are come to our Kingdom,
    And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace gate-
  • 386.  
    Love and Death once ceased their strife
    At the Tavern of Man's Life.Called for wine, and threw -- alas! --
  • 387.  
    (South African War ended, May, 1902)

  • 388.  
    Our Fathers in a wondrous age,
    Ere yet the Earth was small,Ensured to us a heritage,
  • 389.  
    Before
    Twas not while England's sword unsheathed Put half a world to flight,
  • 390.  
    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,
  • 391.  
    1903

  • 392.  
    I've taken my fun where I've found it;
    I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time;I've 'ad my pickin' o' sweet'earts,
  • 393.  
    The dead child lay in the shroud,
    And the widow watched beside;And her mother slept, and the Channel swept
  • 394.  
    One moment past our bodies cast
    No shadow on the plain;Now clear and black they stride our track,
  • 395.  
    The Weald is good, the Downs are best---
    I'll give you the run of 'em, East to West.Beachy Head and Winddoor Hill,
  • 396.  
    She is not Folly -- that I know.
    Her steadfast eyelids tell me soWhen, at the hour the lights divide,
  • 397.  
    We now, held in captivity,
    Spring to our bondage nor grieve--See now, how it is blesseder,
  • 398.  
    Reservist of the Line

  • 399.  
    For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear. For a servant when he reigneth, and a fool when he is filled with meat; for an odious woman when she is married, and an handmaid that is heir to her mistress. -- Prov. XXX. 21-22-23.

  • 400.  
    1918 -- Ille autem iterum negavit.

Total 550 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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