Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

1. The Landau 1/3/2003
2. The Ballad Of Fisher's Boarding-House 12/31/2002
3. The North Sea Patrol 1/3/2003
4. The Ballad Of Bolivar 12/31/2002
5. The Ballad Of Ahmed Shah 3/29/2010
6. Untitled [you Mustn'T Swim Till You'Re Six Weeks Old] 11/28/2014
7. The Lowestoft Boat 1/3/2003
8. The Song Of The Cities 12/31/2002
9. The Coiner 1/3/2003
10. The Songs Of The Lathes 12/31/2002
11. The Press 1/3/2003
12. The Last Chantey 12/31/2002
13. The City Of Brass 3/24/2010
14. The Parting of the Column 6/10/2015
15. The Appeal 3/29/2010
16. The Liner She's A Lady 12/31/2002
17. The Legend Of The Foreign Office 1/3/2003
18. The Man Who Could Write 1/3/2003
19. The Jacket 12/31/2002
20. The Ballad Of Minepit Shaw 1/3/2003
21. The Braggart 1/3/2003
22. The Conversion Of Aurelian Mcgoggin 1/3/2003
23. There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec 2/3/2015
24. The Cure 1/3/2003
25. The Lament Of The Border Cattle Thief 12/31/2002
26. The King's Job 1/3/2003
27. The Song Of The Sons 12/31/2002
28. The Legend Of Mirth 1/3/2003
29. The Master-Cook 1/3/2003
30. The Legends Of Evil 1/1/2004
31. The New Knighthood 1/3/2003
32. The Fall Of Jock Gillespie 1/3/2003
33. The Bother 1/3/2003
34. The Song Of The Old Guard 12/31/2002
35. 'Tin Fish' 3/3/2015
36. The Dying Chauffeur 1/3/2003
37. The Coastwise Lights 12/31/2002
38. The Long Trail 1/3/2003
39. The Comforters 1/3/2003
40. To Motorists 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Rudyard Kipling

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the ...

Read the full of If

The Widow At Windsor

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
(Ow, poor beggars in red!)
There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,
There's 'er mark on the medical stores --
An' 'er troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind
That takes us to various wars.

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