Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

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

Comments about Rudyard Kipling

  • 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.

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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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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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