Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

521. Birds Of Prey March 12/31/2002
522. A Lover's Journey 1/3/2003
523. Follow Me 'Ome 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. White Horses 12/31/2002
528. The Men That Fought At Minden 12/31/2002
529. The Young British Soldier 12/31/2002
530. The Power Of The Dog 12/31/2002
531. A Legend Of Truth 1/3/2003
532. A Smuggler's Song 1/3/2003
533. In Error 1/3/2003
534. Cupid's Arrows 1/3/2003
535. Christmas In India 1/3/2003
536. When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted 12/31/2002
537. In Springtime 1/3/2003
538. I Keep Six Honest... 1/3/2003
539. Mandalay 12/31/2002
540. Mary, Pity Women! 12/31/2002
541. Cleared 12/31/2002
542. Mother O' Mine 1/3/2003
543. A Servant When He Reigneth 1/1/2004
544. Fuzzy-Wuzzy 12/31/2002
545. Angutivaun Taina 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 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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Hymn Before Action

The earth is full of anger,
The seas are dark with wrath,
The Nations in their harness
Go up against our path:
Ere yet we loose the legions --
Ere yet we draw the blade,
Jehovah of the Thunders,
Lord God of Battles, aid!

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