Rudyard Kipling Poems
|522.||A Lover's Journey||1/3/2003|
|523.||Birds Of Prey March||12/31/2002|
|524.||Follow Me 'Ome||12/31/2002|
|525.||A Ballad Of Burial||12/31/2002|
|526.||The Men That Fought At Minden||12/31/2002|
|527.||Poor Honest Men||1/3/2003|
|528.||Christmas In India||1/3/2003|
|530.||A Legend Of Truth||1/3/2003|
|531.||The Young British Soldier||12/31/2002|
|532.||The Power Of The Dog||12/31/2002|
|533.||A Smuggler's Song||1/3/2003|
|535.||When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted||12/31/2002|
|537.||I Keep Six Honest...||1/3/2003|
|539.||Mary, Pity Women!||12/31/2002|
|541.||Mother O' Mine||1/3/2003|
|543.||A Servant When He Reigneth||1/1/2004|
|547.||A Code Of Morals||1/3/2003|
|548.||A Child's Garden||1/3/2003|
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 ...
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.