Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

361. Certain Maxims Of Hafiz 1/3/2003
362. En-Dor 1/3/2003
363. How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin 1/3/2003
364. Buddha At Kamakura 12/31/2002
365. The White Seal 1/3/2003
366. Our Fathers Of Old 1/3/2003
367. The Broken Men 12/31/2002
368. The Winners 12/31/2002
369. Mcandrew's Hymn 12/31/2002
370. The Veterans 12/31/2002
371. La Nuit Blanche 1/3/2003
372. The Truce Of The Bear 12/31/2002
373. An Old Song 1/3/2003
374. Beast And Man In India 1/3/2003
375. Gods Of The East 1/3/2003
376. Gehazi 1/3/2003
377. Prophets At Home 1/3/2003
378. Bill 'Awkins 12/31/2002
379. Banquet Night 12/31/2002
380. Bridge-Guard In The Karroo 1/3/2003
381. Road Song Of The Bandar-Log 1/3/2003
382. Red Dog 1/3/2003
383. What Happened 12/31/2002
384. How It All Began 1/3/2003
385. Hadramauti 1/3/2003
386. Chant-Pagan 1/3/2003
387. M'Andrew's Hymn 1/1/2004
388. A Rector's Memory 1/3/2003
389. Lady Geraldine's Hardship 1/3/2003
390. Parade-Song Of The Camp-Animals 1/3/2003
391. Ford O' Kabul River 12/31/2002
392. Prelude 1/3/2003
393. By The Hoof Of The Wild Goat 1/3/2003
394. Gipsy Vans 1/1/2004
395. Half-Ballad Of Waterval 1/3/2003
396. Doctors 1/3/2003
397. The Children's Song 1/3/2003
398. His Apologies 3/24/2010
399. England's Answer 12/31/2002
400. Pig 1/3/2003

Comments about Rudyard Kipling

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/19/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    I did not like Mr Kipling's protryal of india in some of his poems.

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  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/19/2006 9:44:00 AM)

    Mr Kipling might have born in India, but i did not in some of his poetry like the potryal of India.

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 ...

Read the full of If

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.

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