Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

1. The Parting of the Column 6/10/2015
2. Hymn of Breaking Strain 8/26/2015
3. The Songs Of The Lathes 12/31/2002
4. The Landau 1/3/2003
5. The Ballad Of Fisher's Boarding-House 12/31/2002
6. The North Sea Patrol 1/3/2003
7. The Last Chantey 12/31/2002
8. The Lowestoft Boat 1/3/2003
9. The Legend Of The Foreign Office 1/3/2003
10. Untitled [you Mustn'T Swim Till You'Re Six Weeks Old] 11/28/2014
11. A Song of the White Men 1/8/2016
12. Epitaphs Of The War 1/26/2016
13. The Coiner 1/3/2003
14. The Press 1/3/2003
15. The Liner She's A Lady 12/31/2002
16. The Ballad Of Bolivar 12/31/2002
17. The Ballad Of Ahmed Shah 3/29/2010
18. The Song Of The Cities 12/31/2002
19. The Bother 1/3/2003
20. The Jacket 12/31/2002
21. The Ballad Of Minepit Shaw 1/3/2003
22. The City Of Brass 3/24/2010
23. The Conversion Of Aurelian Mcgoggin 1/3/2003
24. 'Tin Fish' 3/3/2015
25. The Man Who Could Write 1/3/2003
26. The Lament Of The Border Cattle Thief 12/31/2002
27. The Song Of The Sons 12/31/2002
28. To Thomas Atkins 12/31/2002
29. The Legend Of Mirth 1/3/2003
30. The Spies' March 12/31/2002
31. The Fall Of Jock Gillespie 1/3/2003
32. The New Knighthood 1/3/2003
33. The Last Suttee 12/31/2002
34. The Appeal 3/29/2010
35. The Braggart 1/3/2003
36. The Nursing Sister 1/3/2003
37. The Dying Chauffeur 1/3/2003
38. There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec 2/3/2015
39. The Coastwise Lights 12/31/2002
40. The Long Trail 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Rudyard Kipling


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 ...

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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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