The poems are listed by first line; click here for a list by title, here for a list by edition, and here for a list as set out by Kipling for the Edition de Luxe in 1900.
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| A great and glorious thing it is | Arithmetic on the Frontier |  |
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| A wanderer from East to West | A Ballade of Bad Entertainment | |
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| Ahasuerus Jenkins of the “Operatic Own” | Army Headquarters | |
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| As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely | As the Bell Clinks | |
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| Ay, lay him ‘neath the Simla pine- | Possibilities | |
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| Beneath the deep verandah’s shade | The Moon of Other Days | |
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| Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen | The Man who could Write | |
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| By the Laws of the Family Circle ’tis written in letters of brass | Public Waste | |
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| By the well, where the bullocks go | What the People said | |
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| Come here, ye lasses av swate Parnassis! | A Levée in the Plains | |
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| Delilah Aberystwith was a lady – not too young- | Delilah | |
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| Dim dawn behind the tamarisks – the sky is saffron-yellow | Christmas in India | |
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| Ere the steamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry | The Post that Fitted | |
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| Pagett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith,- | Pagett, M.P. | |
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| Eyes of grey – a sodden quay | The Lovers’ Litany | |
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| How shall she know the worship we would do her? | The Song of the Women | |
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| How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet life! | The Masque of Plenty | |
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| Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar | What Happened | |
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| If it were mine to choose | The Man and the Shadow | |
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| I go to concert, party, ball | My Rival | |
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| I had seen, as dawn was breaking | La Nuit Blanche | |
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| I have eaten your bread and salt | Prelude | |
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| I have worked for ten seasons or more | The Plaint of the Junior Civilian | |
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| If it be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai | Certain Maxims of Hafiz | |
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| If down here I chance to die | A Ballade of Burial | |
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| Imprimis he was ‘broke’. Thereafter left | Giffen’s Debt | |
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| In the name of the Empress of India, make way | The Overland Mail | |
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| It was an artless Bandar and he danced upon a pine | Divided Destinies | |
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| It was an August evening and , in snowy garments clad | Municipal | |
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| I’ve danced till my shoes are outworn | Carmen Simlaense | ||
| Jack Barrett went to Quetta | The Story of Uriah | |
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| Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse | The Mare’s Nest | |
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| Jenny and Me were engaged, you see | Pink Donimoes | |
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| Moralists we | O Baal, Hear us ! | |
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| My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach | In Springtime | |
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| No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in | Two Months | |
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| None whole or clean,’ we cry, ‘or free from stain | The Last Department | |
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| Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order | A Code of Morals | |
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| Now the New Year, reviving Last Year’s Debt | The Rupaiyat of Omar Kal’vin | |
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| Oh gallant was our galley from her carven steering-wheel | The Galley Slave | |
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| One moment, bid the horses wait | A Ballade of Jakko Hill | |
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| Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout | The Betrothed | |
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| Potiphar Gubbins, C.E. | Study of an Elevation in Indian Ink | |
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| Rustum Beg of Kolazai – slightly backward Native State | A Legend of the Foreign Office | |
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| So here’s your Empire. No more wine, then? Good | One Viceroy Resigns | |
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| So long as ‘neath the Kalka hills | An Old Song | |
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| The eldest son bestrides him | The Undertaker’s Horse | |
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| The smoke upon your Altar dies | Envoi | |
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| The wind in the pine sings Her praises | Our Lady of Rest | |
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| There’s a widow in sleepy Chester | The Grave of the Hundred Head | |
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| Think not, O thou from College late deported | Lucifer | |
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| This fell when dinner-time was done- | The Fall of Jock Gillespie | |
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| Twas Fultah Fisher’s boarding-house | The Ballad of Fisher’s Boarding House | |
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| We are very slightly changed | General Summary | |
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| We knit a riven land to strength by cannon, code and sword | For the Women | |
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| What have we ever done to bear this grudge?’ | The Plea of the Simla Dancers | |
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| When the flush of the new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold | New Lamps for Old’ | |
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| Where the sober-coloured cultivator smiles | A Tale of Two Cities | |
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| Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? | To the Unknown Goddess | |