All Poems

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Romulus and Remus

© Rudyard Kipling

Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care--
When first he planned his home,
What City should arise and bear
The weight and state of Rome.

Child and Maiden

© Sir Charles Sedley

Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit

As unconcern'd as when

Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
That rocket by where, light and high, the wild-grape swings,
By the rubbish in our wake, and the noble noise we make,
Be sure, be sure, we're going to do some splendid things!

Coming Homeward out of Spain

© Barnabe Googe

O raging seas, and Mighty Neptune's reign,

In monstrous hills that throwest thyself so high,

A Ripple Song

© Rudyard Kipling

Once red ripple came to land
In the golden sunset burning--
Lapped against a maiden's hand,
By the ford returning.

Roses

© Pierre de Ronsard

I send you here a wreath of blossoms blown,

And woven flowers at sunset gathered,

Rimmon

© Rudyard Kipling

Duly with knees that feign to quake--
Bent head and shaded brow,--
Yet once again, for my father's sake,
In Rimmon's House I bow.

Winter-Solitude

© Archibald Lampman

I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky;
Beyond them a hill of the softest mistiest green,
With naught but frost and the coming of night between,
And a long thin cloud above the colour of August rye.

Rimini

© Rudyard Kipling

Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire Enlarged From "Puck of Pook's Hill"
When I left Rome for Lalage's sake,
By the Legions' Road to Rimini,
She vowed her heart was mine to take

The Rhyme of the Three Sealers

© Rudyard Kipling

Away by the lands of the Japanee
Where the paper lanterns glow
And the crews of all the shipping drink
In the house of Blood Street Joe,

Bond Street

© Arthur Henry Adams

Its glittering emptiness it brings -
This little lane of useless things.
Here peering envy arm in arm
With ennui takes her saunterings.

The Rhyme of the Three Captains

© Rudyard Kipling

This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious
Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is founded on fact.

The Return of the Children

© Rudyard Kipling

"They" -- Traffics and Discoveries
Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races--
Holding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the Dome,
Plucking the splendid robes of the passers-by, and with pitiful! faces
Begging what Princes and Powers refused:--"Ah, please will you let us go home?"

The Return

If England was what England seems
An' not the England of our dreams,
But only putty, brass, an' paint,
'Ow quick we'd drop 'er! But she ain't!

Gold Egg: A Dream-Fantasy

I swam with undulation soft,
Adrift on Vischer's ocean,
And, from my cockboat up aloft,
Sent down my mental plummet oft
In hope to reach a notion.

Only A Sod

© Henry Lawson

It's only a sod, but twill break me ould heart
Nigh hardened wid toilin and carin,
And make the ould wounds in it tingle and smart.
Its only a sod, but its parcel and part
Of strugglin, sufferin Erin.