The poems are listed here by title; click here for a listing by first line, and here for a listing as in the collected editions.
Title | First line | Notes |
Amour de Voyage | And I was a man who could write you rhyme | ![]() |
An echo | Let the fruit ripen one by one | ![]() |
Appropriate verses on an Elegant Landscape | The fields were upholstered with poppies so red | ![]() |
Ave Imperatrix | From every quarter of your land | ![]() |
The Ballad of the King’s Daughter | If my Love come to me over the water | ![]() |
The Battle of Assaye | Save (See) where our huge sea-castles from afar | ![]() |
The Boar of the Year | In the shade of the trees by the lunch-tent the Old Haileyburian sat | ![]() |
Caret | Something wanting in this world | ![]() |
Cavaliere servente | Alas for me, who loved my bow-wow well! | ![]() |
The City of the Heart | I passed through the lonely Indian town | ![]() |
Commonplaces | Rain on the face of the sea | ![]() |
Conventionality | Passion and Fire – bah! are they ever linked with beauty? | ![]() |
Credat Judaeus | Three couples were we in the lane | ![]() |
The Cursing of Stephen | I turned the pages of the baby’s book | ![]() |
Donec Gratus Eram | So (Es) long as ‘twuz (’twas) me alone | ![]() |
The Dusky Crew | Our heads were rough and our hands were black | ![]() |
Envy Hatred.and Malice | Let us praise Such an One | ![]() |
Estunt the Griff | And so unto the End of Graves came he | ![]() |
Failure | One brought her Fire from a distant place | ![]() |
The Flight of the Bucket | H’m, for a subject it is well enough! | ![]() |
From the Wings | We are actors at the side-scenes ere the play of life begins | ![]() |
The Front Door | I stand and guard – such ones as say | ![]() |
Himalayan | Now the land is ringed with a circle of fire | ![]() |
His Consolation | So be it; you give me my release | ![]() |
How the Day Broke | The night was very silent, and the moon was going down | ![]() |
How the Goddess Awakened | Where the reveller laid him, drunk with wine | ![]() |
Illusion, disillusion, allusion | Fairest of women is she | ![]() |
The Indian farmer at Home | Hoots! toots! ayont, ahint, afore | ![]() |
The Jam-pot | The Jam-pot – tender thought | ![]() |
Jane Smith | I journeyed, on a winter’s day | ![]() |
Kopra-Brahm | Cosmic force and Cawnpore leather | ![]() |
Land-bound | Run down to the sea, O River | ![]() |
Laocoon | Under the shadow of Death | ![]() |
A Legend of Devonshire | There were three daughters long ago | ![]() |
The Lesson | We two learned the lesson together | ![]() |
Lo! As a little child | Lo! As a little child | ![]() |
A Locked Way | Open the Gate! | ![]() |
London Town | There’s no God in London | ![]() |
The Maid of the Meerschaum | Nude nymph, when from Neuberg’s I led her | ![]() |
Missed | There is one moment when the gods are kind | ![]() |
A Murder in the Compound | At the wall’s foot a smear of fly-flecked red | ![]() |
Nursery Idyls (I) to (V) | A little sigh, a little shiver… | ![]() |
Nursery Rhymes for little Anglo-Indians | I had a little husband | ![]() |
On Fort Duty | There’s tumult in the Khyber | ![]() |
Our Lady of Many Dreams | We pray to God, and to God it seems | ![]() |
Overheard | So the day dragged through | ![]() |
Quaeritur | Dawn that disheartens the desolate dunes | ![]() |
Reading the Will | Here we have it, scratched and scored | ![]() |
Requiescat in pace | A new-made grave, for the damp earth stood | ![]() |
Roses | Roses by babies’ rosier fingers pressed | ![]() |
The Seven Nights of Creation (‘Argument’ of a projected poem) | Lo! what is this I make! Are these his limbs | ![]() |
Solus cum sola | We were alone on the beach | ![]() |
The Song of the Exiles | That long white Barrack by the Sea | ![]() |
The Song of the Sufferer | His drink it is Saline Pyretic | ![]() |
Sonnet, On Being Rejected of One’s Horse | Give me my rein, my sais! Give me my rein! | ![]() |
The Sudder Bazaar | The motive that calls for my ditty | ![]() |
This side the Styx | Naked and shivering, how the oozy tide | ![]() |
To the Common Room | Placetne, Domini? – in far Lahore | ![]() |
Tobacco | Sweet is the Rose’s scent – Tobacco’s smell | ![]() |
Two sides of the medal | I will into the world, I will make me a name | ![]() |
A Vision of India | Mother India, wan and thin | ![]() |
Way down the Ravi River | I wandered by the riverside | ![]() |