Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

481. Natural Theology 1/3/2003
482. Our Lady Of The Sackcloth 5/14/2012
483. Justice 1/3/2003
484. A Pageant Of Elizabeth 1/3/2003
485. Boots 12/31/2002
486. Zion 12/31/2002
487. A Pilgrim's Way 12/31/2002
488. A General Summary 1/3/2003
489. An American 12/31/2002
490. We And They 12/31/2002
491. Kim 1/3/2003
492. A Preface 1/3/2003
493. As The Bell Clinks 12/31/2002
494. A Bank Fraud 1/3/2003
495. The Female Of The Species 12/31/2002
496. The Stranger 12/31/2002
497. Recessional 1/3/2003
498. A Pict Song 1/3/2003
499. The Thousandth Man 12/31/2002
500. Soldier An' Sailor Too 12/31/2002
501. My Boy Jack? 3/29/2010
502. Arithmetic On The Frontier 12/31/2002
503. Jane's Marriage 1/3/2003
504. How The Whale Got His Throat 1/3/2003
505. A Carol 1/3/2003
506. Four-Feet 1/3/2003
507. The Gods Of The Copybook Headings 12/31/2002
508. The White Man's Burden 12/31/2002
509. The Vampire 12/31/2002
510. Seal Lullaby 1/3/2003
511. The Way Through The Woods 12/31/2002
512. A Boy Scouts' Patrol Song 1/1/2004
513. Butterflies 1/3/2003
514. Tommy 12/31/2002
515. A Charm 1/3/2003
516. A School Song 1/3/2003
517. Poor Honest Men 1/3/2003
518. Birds Of Prey March 12/31/2002
519. A Ripple Song 1/3/2003
520. The Young British Soldier 12/31/2002

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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