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