Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

41. Arithmetic On The Frontier 12/31/2002
42. Army Headquarters 12/31/2002
43. Arterial 12/31/2002
44. As The Bell Clinks 12/31/2002
45. At His Execution 12/31/2002
46. Azrael's Count 12/31/2002
47. Back To The Army Again 1/3/2003
48. Ballad Of Fisher's Boarding-House 1/3/2003
49. Banquet Night 12/31/2002
50. Barrack-Room Ballads 12/31/2002
51. Beast And Man In India 1/3/2003
52. Before A Midnight Breaks In Storm 1/3/2003
53. Belts 12/31/2002
54. Bill 'Awkins 12/31/2002
55. Birds Of Prey March 12/31/2002
56. Blue Roses 1/3/2003
57. Bobs 1/3/2003
58. Boots 12/31/2002
59. Bridge-Guard In The Karroo 1/3/2003
60. Brookland Road 1/3/2003
61. Brown Bess 1/3/2003
62. Buddha At Kamakura 12/31/2002
63. Butterflies 1/3/2003
64. By The Hoof Of The Wild Goat 1/3/2003
65. By Word Of Mouth 1/3/2003
66. Cain And Abel 1/3/2003
67. Carmen Circulare 1/3/2003
68. Cells 12/31/2002
69. Certain Maxims Of Hafiz 1/3/2003
70. Chant-Pagan 1/3/2003
71. Cholera Camp 12/31/2002
72. Christmas In India 1/3/2003
73. Cities And Thrones And Powers 1/3/2003
74. Cleared 12/31/2002
75. Cold Iron 1/3/2003
76. Columns 1/3/2003
77. Common Form 3/29/2010
78. Contradictions 1/3/2003
79. Covenant 1/3/2003
80. Cruisers 1/3/2003
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 ...

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The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow--
They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.
The People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight;
They sell their furs to the trading-post; they sell their souls to
the white.
The People of the Southern Ice, they trade with the whaler's
crew;
Their women have many ribbons, but their tents are torn and few.
But the People of the Elder Ice, beyond the white man's ken--

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