Poems by Rudyard Kipling
The Way Through the Woods.
... . . . But there is no road through the woods ...
What Happened
... waggered down the Grand Trunk Road into Bow Bazaar,Nubbee Baksh Punjabi Jat found a hide-bound flail ...
What the People Said
... As the dust of the ploughshare flies in the breeze ...
When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted
... tting and never be tired at all!And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame ...
When the Great Ark
... Let down your boats and send us men!"We have no lack of victual here ...
When 'Omer Smote 'Is Bloomin' Lyre
... 'E went an' took -- the same as me!The market-girls an' fishermen, ...
The Widower
... For a season this pain must endure, ...
White Horses
... The coming of the herd!Whose hand may grip your nostrils -- ...
The White Man's Burden
... And mark them with your dead!Take up the White man's burden -- ...
The Widow's Party
... " They couldn't do more and they wouldn't do less, ...
The Widow at Windsor
... To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an' the file, ...
Wilful Missing
... As we can testify --for we are there!They can't be certain--faces alter so ...
The Winners
... en and stayed, Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, ...
The Wishing-Caps
... My Fortune is bound to be good! Good Luck she is never a lady ...
With Scindia to Delphi
... And wheeled to charge and plunged the knife a hand's-breadth in her side -- ...
