Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

161. Lispeth 1/3/2003
162. London Stone 3/29/2010
163. Loot 12/31/2002
164. Lord Roberts 1/3/2003
165. Lukannon 1/3/2003
166. Macdonough's Song 1/3/2003
167. Mandalay 12/31/2002
168. M'Andrew's Hymn 1/1/2004
169. Many Inventions 1/3/2003
170. Mary, Pity Women! 12/31/2002
171. Mary's Son 1/3/2003
172. Mcandrew's Hymn 12/31/2002
173. Memories 3/29/2010
174. Merrow Down 1/3/2003
175. Mesopotamia 1/3/2003
176. Mine-Sweepers 1/1/2004
177. Mother O' Mine 1/3/2003
178. Mowgli's Brothers 1/3/2003
179. Mowgli's Song Against People 1/3/2003
180. Mulholland's Contract 12/31/2002
181. Municipal 1/3/2003
182. My Boy Jack? 3/29/2010
183. My Father's Chair 1/3/2003
184. My Lady's Law 1/3/2003
185. My New-Cut Ashlar 1/3/2003
186. My Rival 1/3/2003
187. Natural Theology 1/3/2003
188. Neighbours 1/3/2003
189. Norman And Saxon 1/3/2003
190. Old Fighting-Men 1/3/2003
191. Old Mother Laidinwool 1/3/2003
192. One Viceroy Resigns 1/3/2003
193. Oonts 12/31/2002
194. Our Fathers Also 1/3/2003
195. Our Fathers Of Old 1/3/2003
196. Our Lady Of The Sackcloth 5/14/2012
197. Outsong In The Jungle 1/3/2003
198. Pagett, M.P. 1/3/2003
199. Pan In Vermont 3/29/2010
200. Parade-Song Of The Camp-Animals 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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Hymn Before Action

The earth is full of anger,
The seas are dark with wrath,
The Nations in their harness
Go up against our path:
Ere yet we loose the legions --
Ere yet we draw the blade,
Jehovah of the Thunders,
Lord God of Battles, aid!

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