Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

521. The Young British Soldier 12/31/2002
522. Follow Me 'Ome 12/31/2002
523. Tommy 12/31/2002
524. A Death-Bed 1/3/2003
525. A Ballad Of Burial 12/31/2002
526. Poor Honest Men 1/3/2003
527. The Men That Fought At Minden 12/31/2002
528. A Dead Statesman 3/29/2010
529. The Power Of The Dog 12/31/2002
530. Blue Roses 1/3/2003
531. Christmas In India 1/3/2003
532. When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted 12/31/2002
533. A Smuggler's Song 1/3/2003
534. A Legend Of Truth 1/3/2003
535. In Error 1/3/2003
536. Cupid's Arrows 1/3/2003
537. Mary, Pity Women! 12/31/2002
538. In Springtime 1/3/2003
539. I Keep Six Honest... 1/3/2003
540. Mother O' Mine 1/3/2003
541. Cleared 12/31/2002
542. Mandalay 12/31/2002
543. Angutivaun Taina 12/31/2002
544. A Servant When He Reigneth 1/1/2004
545. Fuzzy-Wuzzy 12/31/2002
546. Gunga Din 12/31/2002
547. A Code Of Morals 1/3/2003
548. A Child's Garden 1/3/2003
549. If 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 ...

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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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