Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 401.  
    Wardour Street Border Ballad

  • 402.  
    It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of their results. During the past few years Ireland had been going through what was tantamount to a revolution. -- EARL SPENCER

  • 403.  
    It was our war-ship ~Clampherdown~
    Would sweep the Channel clean,Wherefore she kept her hatches close
  • 404.  
    1914-18

  • 405.  
    About the 15th of this month you may expectour Mr. -- , with the usual Spring Seed, etc., Catalogues.- Florist-s Announcement.

  • 406.  
    Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai
    Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the tale
  • 407.  
    To the Judge of Right and Wrong
    With Whom fulfillment liesOur purpose and our power belong,
  • 408.  
    There are three degrees of bliss
    At the foot of Allah's ThroneAnd the highest place is his
  • 409.  
    There's a widow in sleepy Chester
    Who weeps for her only son;There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
  • 410.  
    Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
    "Hide from your neigbours as much as you please,But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
  • 411.  
    Modern Machinery
    We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,We were melted in the furnace and the pit-
  • 412.  
    China-going P. & O.'s
    Pass Pau Amma's playground close,And his Pusat Tasek lies
  • 413.  
    Your trail runs to the westward,
    And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges,
  • 414.  
    My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
    To stone and brass in heathen wise,But in my brother's voice I hear
  • 415.  
    We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails
    were low. Will you never let us go?
  • 416.  
    It got beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope;
    It got to shammin' wounded an' retirin' from the 'alt.'Ole companies was lookin' for the nearest road to slope;
  • 417.  
    (In Memoriam, Joseph Chamberlain)

  • 418.  
    There was Rundle, Station Master,
    An' Beazeley of the Rail,An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,
  • 419.  
    October 9, 1899 -- Outbreak of Boer War

  • 420.  
    Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry,
    Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer,Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh--
  • 421.  
    Whether to wend through straight streets strictly,
    Trimly by towns perfectly paved;Or after office, as fitteth thy fancy,
  • 422.  
    Thirteen as twelve my Murray always took--
    He was a publisher. The new PoliceHave neater ways of bringing men to book,
  • 423.  
    I closed and drew for my love's sake
    That now is false to me,And I slew the Reiver of Tarrant Moss
  • 424.  
    Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady!
    Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already
  • 425.  
    Argument. -- The Indian Government being minded to discover the economic condition of their lands, sent a Committee to inquire into it; and saw that it was good.

  • 426.  
    Once in life I watched a Star;
    But I whistled, "Let her go!There are others, fairer far,
  • 427.  
    I
    This is the sorrowful story
  • 428.  
    For before Eve was Lilith. -- Old Tale.

  • 429.  
    1894

  • 430.  
    Valour and Innocence
    Have latterly gone henceTo certain death by certain shame attended.
  • 431.  
    Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago,
    Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow.Fashioned the form of a tribesman -- gaily he whistled and sung,
  • 432.  
    The World hath set its heavy yoke
    Upon the old white-bearded folkWho strive to please the King.
  • 433.  
    Where first by Eden Tree
    The Four Great Rivers ran,To each was appointed a Man
  • 434.  
    One moment bid the horses wait,
    Since tiffin is not laid till three,Below the upward path and straight
  • 435.  
    You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile --
    You mustn't leave a fiddle in the damp --You couldn't raft an organ up the Nile,
  • 436.  
    (Non-commissioned Officers of the Line)

  • 437.  
    From the wheel and the drift of Things
    Deliver us, Good Lord,And we will face the wrath of Kings,
  • 438.  
    How comes it that, at even-tide,
    When level beams should show most truth,Man, failing, takes unfailing pride
  • 439.  
    After the fight at Otterburn,
    Before the ravens came, The Witch-wife rode across the fern
  • 440.  
    Youth that trafficked long with Death,
    And to second life returns,Squanders little time or breath
  • 441.  
    I sent a message to my dear --
    A thousand leagues and more to Her --The dumb sea-levels thrilled to hear,
  • 442.  
    The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar --
    Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are.There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep,
  • 443.  
    The white moth to the closing bine,
    The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
  • 444.  
    There was a strife 'twixt man and maid--
    Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt man and maid,
  • 445.  
    "Where have you been this while away,
    Johnnie, Johnnie?"'Long with the rest on a picnic lay,
  • 446.  
    The white moth to the closing bine,
    The bee to the opened clover,And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
  • 447.  
    I have made for you a song,
    And it may be right or wrong,But only you can tell me if it-s true;
  • 448.  
    I know not in Whose hands are laid
    To empty upon earthFrom unsuspected ambuscade
  • 449.  
    Thomas Tusser

  • 450.  
    GOD gave all men all earth to love,
    But since our hearts are small,Ordained for each one spot should prove
Total 550 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

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The moon is a curving flower of gold,
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And I for you;
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