Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

121. Gods Of The East 1/3/2003
122. Great-Heart 1/3/2003
123. Gunga Din 12/31/2002
124. Gypsy Vans 1/3/2003
125. Hadramauti 1/3/2003
126. Half-Ballad Of Waterval 1/3/2003
127. Harp Song Of The Dane Women 1/3/2003
128. Helen All Alone 1/3/2003
129. Heriot's Ford 1/3/2003
130. His Apologies 3/24/2010
131. His Wedded Wife 1/3/2003
132. How Fear Came 1/3/2003
133. How It All Began 1/3/2003
134. How The Camel Got His Hump 1/3/2003
135. How The Leopard Got His Spots 1/3/2003
136. How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin 1/3/2003
137. How The Whale Got His Throat 1/3/2003
138. Hunting Song Of The Seeonee Pack 1/3/2003
139. Hymn Before Action 12/31/2002
140. Hymn To Physical Pain 1/3/2003
141. I Keep Six Honest... 1/3/2003
142. If 12/31/2002
143. In Error 1/3/2003
144. In Springtime 1/3/2003
145. In The House Of Suddhoo 1/3/2003
146. In The Matter Of One Compass 1/3/2003
147. In The Neolithic Age 12/31/2002
148. James I 1/3/2003
149. Jane's Marriage 1/3/2003
150. Jubal And Tubal Cain 1/3/2003
151. Justice 1/3/2003
152. Kaa’s Hunting 3/29/2010
153. Kim 1/3/2003
154. Kitchener's School 1/3/2003
155. La Nuit Blanche 1/3/2003
156. Lady Geraldine's Hardship 1/3/2003
157. Late Came The God 1/3/2003
158. L'Envoi 12/31/2002
159. L'Envoi To "Life's Handicap" 12/31/2002
160. Letting In The Jungle 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 Wishing-Caps

Life's all getting and giving,
I've only myself to give.
What shall I do for a living?
I've only one life to live.
End it? I'll not find another.
Spend it? But how shall I best?
Sure the wise plan is to live like a man
And Luck may look after the rest!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!

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