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Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)
Poems of Rudyard Kipling
| 501. | The Wet Litany | 12/31/2002 |
| 502. | The White Man's Burden | 12/31/2002 |
| 503. | The White Seal | 1/3/2003 |
| 504. | The Widow At Windsor | 12/31/2002 |
| 505. | The Widower | 12/31/2002 |
| 506. | The Widow's Party | 12/31/2002 |
| 507. | The Winners | 12/31/2002 |
| 508. | The Wishing-Caps | 12/31/2002 |
| 509. | The Young British Soldier | 12/31/2002 |
| 510. | Things and the Man | 12/31/2002 |
| 511. | Thorkild’s Song | 3/29/2010 |
| 512. | Three Friends | 1/3/2003 |
| 513. | Thrown Away | 1/3/2003 |
| 514. | Tiger--Tiger! | 1/3/2003 |
| 515. | To a Lady, Persuading Her to a Car | 12/31/2002 |
| 516. | To James Whitcomb Riley | 12/31/2002 |
| 517. | To Motorists | 12/31/2002 |
| 518. | To T. A. | 12/31/2002 |
| 519. | To The City Of Bombay | 12/31/2002 |
| 520. | To the Companions | 12/31/2002 |
The First Chantey
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her;
Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her.
Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;
Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.
Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us,
Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us --
Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen.
Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.
