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and Other Verses BY FIRST LINE (Notes edited by Roberta Baldi, John McGivering and John Radcliffe. We have been grateful for critical comments and additional notes from Alastair Wilson) |
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[November 16th 2012]
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..
| First line | Title | Notes | |
| A great and glorious thing it is | Arithmetic on the Frontier |  | |
| A wanderer from East to West | A Ballade of Bad Entertainment | | |
| Ahasuerus Jenkins of the "Operatic Own" | Army Headquarters | | |
| As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely | As the Bell Clinks | | |
| Ay, lay him 'neath the Simla pine- | Possibilities | | |
| Beneath the deep verandah's shade | The Moon of Other Days | | |
| Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen | The Man who could Write | | |
| By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass | Public Waste | | |
| By the well, where the bullocks go | What the People said | | |
| Come here, ye lasses av swate Parnassis! | A Levée in the Plains | | |
| Delilah Aberystwith was a lady - not too young- | Delilah | | |
| Dim dawn behind the tamarisks - the sky is saffron-yellow | Christmas in India | | |
| Ere the steamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry | The Post that Fitted | | |
| ett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith,- | Pagett, M.P. | | |
| Eyes of grey - a sodden quay | The Lovers' Litany | | |
| How shall she know the worship we would do her? | The Song of the Women | | |
| How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life! | The Masque of Plenty | | |
| Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar | What Happened | | |
| If it were mine to choose | The Man and the Shadow | | |
| I go to concert, party, ball | My Rival | | |
| I had seen, as dawn was breaking | La Nuit Blanche | | |
| I have eaten your bread and salt | Prelude | | |
| I have worked for ten seasons or more | The Plaint of the Junior Civilian | | |
| If it be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai | Certain Maxims of Hafiz | | |
| Ifr down here I chamce to die | A Ballade of Burial | | |
| Imprimis he was 'broke'. Thereafter left | Giffen's Debt | | |
| In the name of the Empress of India, make way | The Overland Mail | | |
| It was an artless Bandar and he danced upon a pine | Divided Destinies | | |
| It was an August evening and , in snowy garments clad | Municipal | | |
| I've danced till my shoes are outworn | Carmen Simlaense | | |
| Jack Barrett went to Quetta | The Story of Uriah | | |
| Jane Austen Beecher Stowe de Rouse | The Mare's Nest | | |
| Jenny and Me were engaged, you see | Pink Donimoes | | |
| Moralists we | O Baal, Hear us ! | | |
| My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach | In Springtime | | |
| No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in | Two Months | | |
| None whole or clean,' we cry, 'or free from stain | The Last Department | | |
| Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order | A Code of Morals | | |
| Now the New Year, reviving Last Year's Debt | The Rupaiyat of Omar Kal'vin | | |
| Oh gallant was our galley from her carven steering-wheel | The Galley Slave | | |
| One moment, bid the horses wait | A Ballade of Jakko Hill | | |
| Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout | The Betrothed | | |
| Potiphar Gubbins, C.E. | Study of an Elevation in Indian Ink | | |
| Rustum Beg of Kolazai - slightly backward Native State | A Legend of the Foreign Office | | |
| So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good | One Viceroy Resigns | | |
| So long as 'neath the Kalka hills | An Old Song | | |
| The eldest son bestrides him | The Undertaker's Horse | | |
| The smoke upon your Altar dies | Envoi | | |
| The wind in the pine sings Her praises | Our Lady of Rest | | |
| There's a widow in sleepy Chester | The Grave of the Hundred Head | | |
| Think not, O thou from College late deported | Lucifer | | |
| This fell when dinner-time was done- | The Fall of Jock Gillespie | | |
| Twas Fultah Fisher's boarding-house | The Ballad of Fisher's Boarding House | | |
| We are very slightly changed | General Summary | | |
| We knit a riven land to strength by cannon, code and sword | For the Women | | |
| What have we ever done to bear this grudge?' | The Plea of the Simla Dancers | | |
| When the flush of the new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold | New Lamps for Old' | | |
| Where the sober-coloured cultivator smiles | A Tale of Two Cities | | |
| Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? | To the Unknown Goddess | | |