Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

401. Lady Geraldine's Hardship 1/3/2003
402. Hunting Song Of The Seeonee Pack 1/3/2003
403. The Law Of The Jungle 1/3/2003
404. Eddi's Service 1/3/2003
405. Cain And Abel 1/3/2003
406. Kaa’s Hunting 3/29/2010
407. Cuckoo Song 1/3/2003
408. Gypsy Vans 1/3/2003
409. An Astrologer's Song 12/31/2002
410. Tomlinson 12/31/2002
411. Parade-Song Of The Camp-Animals 1/3/2003
412. Delilah 1/3/2003
413. By Word Of Mouth 1/3/2003
414. Dane-Geld 1/3/2003
415. Before A Midnight Breaks In Storm 1/3/2003
416. Wilful Missing 12/31/2002
417. Cells 12/31/2002
418. The Beginnings 1/1/2004
419. Bobs 1/3/2003
420. Hymn Before Action 12/31/2002
421. Pink Dominoes 1/3/2003
422. Letting In The Jungle 1/3/2003
423. How Fear Came 1/3/2003
424. Norman And Saxon 1/3/2003
425. Tiger--Tiger! 1/3/2003
426. A Nativity 1/3/2003
427. Farewell And Adieu.... 1/1/2004
428. Evil Land 1/3/2003
429. Pig 1/3/2003
430. Gethsemane 1/3/2003
431. My Rival 1/3/2003
432. Mcandrew's Hymn 12/31/2002
433. Harp Song Of The Dane Women 1/3/2003
434. A Ballade Of Jakko Hill 1/1/2004
435. Kitchener's School 1/3/2003
436. The Roman Centurion's Song 1/3/2003
437. Back To The Army Again 1/3/2003
438. Puck's Song 1/3/2003
439. M'Andrew's Hymn 1/1/2004
440. The Glory Of The Garden 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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