Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

1. The Last Chantey 12/31/2002
2. Epitaphs Of The War 1/26/2016
3. The Songs Of The Lathes 12/31/2002
4. The Ballad Of Fisher's Boarding-House 12/31/2002
5. The Landau 1/3/2003
6. The North Sea Patrol 1/3/2003
7. The Ballad Of Bolivar 12/31/2002
8. The Ballad Of Ahmed Shah 3/29/2010
9. Hymn of Breaking Strain 8/26/2015
10. Untitled [you Mustn'T Swim Till You'Re Six Weeks Old] 11/28/2014
11. The Song Of The Sons 12/31/2002
12. The Legend Of The Foreign Office 1/3/2003
13. The Lowestoft Boat 1/3/2003
14. The Song Of The Cities 12/31/2002
15. The Coiner 1/3/2003
16. A Song of the White Men 1/8/2016
17. The Press 1/3/2003
18. The Liner She's A Lady 12/31/2002
19. There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec 2/3/2015
20. The Parting of the Column 6/10/2015
21. The Lament Of The Border Cattle Thief 12/31/2002
22. The Braggart 1/3/2003
23. The Ballad Of Minepit Shaw 1/3/2003
24. The City Of Brass 3/24/2010
25. The Conversion Of Aurelian Mcgoggin 1/3/2003
26. 'Tin Fish' 3/3/2015
27. The Cure 1/3/2003
28. To Thomas Atkins 12/31/2002
29. The Legend Of Mirth 1/3/2003
30. The Man Who Could Write 1/3/2003
31. The Legends Of Evil 1/1/2004
32. The Last Suttee 12/31/2002
33. The New Knighthood 1/3/2003
34. The Fall Of Jock Gillespie 1/3/2003
35. The Appeal 3/29/2010
36. The Bother 1/3/2003
37. The Nursing Sister 1/3/2003
38. The Last Ode 1/3/2003
39. The Dying Chauffeur 1/3/2003
40. The Coastwise Lights 12/31/2002
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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