The Winners (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at ...
Rudyard Kipling Poems on Night (61 Poems)
The White Man’s Burden (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
Take up the White man's burden -- Send forth the best ye breed -- Go bind your sons to exile ...
The Widower (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
For a season there must be pain-- For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face, ...
Ulster (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The dark eleventh hour Draws on and sees us sold To every evil power We fought against of old. Rebellion, ...
A Tree Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(A. D. 1200) Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the ...
The Truce of the Bear (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Tomlinson (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
The Song of the Women (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
The Song of the Little Hunter (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, Through ...
Song of the Red War-Boat (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
The Song of Seven Cities (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
The Song of the Dead (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Soldier an’ Sailor Too (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
Seal Lullaby (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The ...
The Sacrifice of Er-Heb (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
The Return of the Children (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"They" -- Traffics and Discoveries Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races-- Holding hands forlornly ...
The Recall (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I am the land of their fathers, In me the virtue stays. I will bring back my children, After certain ...
The Return (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Peace is declared, and I return To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same; Things 'ave transpired which made me learn The ...
The Pro-Consuls (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
Outsong in the Jungle (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
For the sake of him who showed One wise Frog the Jungle-Road, Keep the Law the Man-Pack make For thy ...
The Overland Mail (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(Foot-Service to the Hills) In the name of the Empress of India, make way, O Lords of the Jungle, wherever ...
One Viceroy Resigns (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Oonts (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' ...
La Nuit Blanche (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
The Old Issue (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
The Oldest Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"These were never your true love's eyes. Why do you feign that you love them? You that broke from their ...
The Native-Born (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
My New-Cut Ashler (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
My New-Cut ashlar takes the light Where crimson-blank the windows flare. By my own work before the night, Great Overseer, ...
Mowgli’s Song (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
The Song of Mowgli -- I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere ...
Mowgli’s Song Against People (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines-- I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! ...