Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

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