Poems by Rudyard Kipling
The Progress of the Spark
... Poor soul, here taught how great things may by less ...
By Word of Mouth
... Who, from Death's House returning, give me still ...
Parade-Song of the Camp-Animals
... Good luck to every sergeant, then, that lets us pick our road: ...
Jane's Marriage
... And while the stones of Winchester-or Milson Street-remain, ...
Ulster 1912
... mselves with their works: their works are works of inquity and the act of violence is in their hands ...
Old Mother Laidinwool
... She saw their clothes was bought, not begged, an' they was clean an' fat, ...
The Ubique
... From lips that 'aven't drunk all day: 'The Guns! Thank Gawd, the Guns!' ...
Edgehill Fight
... But there is no change as we meet at last ...
The Storm Cone
... Stand by! The lull 'twixt blast and blast ...
The Dawn Wind
... Sun!" And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing, ...
We and They
... They who gobble Their rice off a loaf, ...
The French Wars
... Where the English and French haven't fought and fought hard! ...
A Dedication
... Bring'st Eden to the craftsman's brain, ...
His Wedded Wife
... This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain ...
The Last Ode
... And the lost shades that were our loves restored ...
