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and Other Verses (Notes edited by Roberta Baldi and John McGivering) |
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[June 28 2011]
The poems are listed in the order determined by Kipling when he was preparing the collection for publication; click here for a listing by title, and here for a listing by first line.
| Title | First line | Notes |
| General Summary | We are very slightly changed |  |
| Army Headquarters | Ahasuerus Jenkins of the "Operatic Own" | |
| Study of an Elevation in Indian Ink | Potiphar Gubbins, C.E. | |
| Delilah | Delilah Aberystwith was a lady - not too young- | |
| A Legend of the Foreign Office | Rustum Beg of Kolazai - slightly backward Native State | |
| The Story of Uriah | Jack Barrett went to Quetta | |
| Lucifer | Think not, O thou from College late deported | |
| The Post that Fitted | Ere the steamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry | |
| A Code of Morals | Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order | |
| Public Waste | By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass | |
| What Happened | Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar | |
| The Man who could Write | Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen | |
| Pink Donimoes | Jenny and Me were engaged, you see | |
| The Man and the Shadow | If it were mine to choose | |
| Municipal | It was an August evening and , in snowy garments clad | |
| The Last Department | None whole or clean,' we cry, 'or free from stain | |
| OTHER VERSES | ||
| My Rival | I go to concert, party, ball | |
| To the Unknown Goddess | Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? | |
| The Rupaiyat of Omar Kal'vin | Now the New Year, reviving Last Year's Debt | |
| Pagett, M.P. | ett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith,- | |
| La Nuit Blanche | I had seen, as dawn was breaking | |
| The Lovers' Litany | Eyes of grey - a sodden quay | |
| A Ballade of Burial | Ifr down here I chamce to die | |
| A Levée in the Plains | Come here, ye lasses av swate Parnassis! | |
| The Overland Mail | In the name of the Empress of India, make way | |
| Divided Destinies | It was an artless Bandar and he danced upon a pine | |
| The Masque of Plenty | How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life! | |
| O Baal, Hear us ! | Moralists we | |
| The Mare's Nest | Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse | |
| The Ballad of Fisher's Boarding House | Twas Fultah Fisher's boarding-house | |
| The Plaint of the Junior Civilian | I have worked for ten seasons or more | |
| Possibilities | Ay, lay him 'neath the Simla pine- | |
| Arithmetic on the Frontier | A great and glorious thing it is | |
| Our Lady of Rest | The wind in the pine sings Her praises | |
| The Song of the Women | How shall she know the worship we would do her? | |
| For the Women | We knit a riven land to strength by cannon, code and sword | |
| The Betrothed | Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout | |
| A Ballade of Jakko Hill | One moment, bid the horses wait | |
| Carmen Simlaense | I've danced till my shoes are outworn | |
| The Plea of the Simla Dancers | What have we ever done to bear this grudge?' | |
| As the Bell Clinks | As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely | |
| A Ballade of Bad Entertainment | A wanderer from East to West | |
| Christmas in India | Dim dawn behind the tamarisks - the sky is saffron-yellow | |
| New Lamps for Old' | When the flush of the new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold | |
| The Grave of the Hundred Head | There's a widow in sleepy Chester | |
| An Old Song | So long as 'neath the Kalka hills | |
| Certain Maxims of Hafiz | If it be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai | |
| The Moon of Other Days | Beneath the deep verandah's shade | |
| The Fall of Jock Gillespie | This fell when dinner-time was done- | |
| What the People said | By the well, where the bullocks go | |
| The Undertaker's Horse | The eldest son bestrides him | |
| One Viceroy Resigns | So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good | |
| The Galley Slave | Oh gallant was our galley from her carven steering-wheel | |
| A Tale of Two Cities | Where the sober-coloured cultivator smiles | |
| In Springtime | My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach | |
| Giffen's Debt | Imprimis he was 'broke'. Thereafter left | |
| Two Months | No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in | |
| Envoi | The smoke upon your Altar dies | |