Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

521. Tommy 12/31/2002
522. The Sea And The Hills 1/3/2003
523. Angutivaun Taina 12/31/2002
524. A Smuggler's Song 1/3/2003
525. The White Man's Burden 12/31/2002
526. In Springtime 1/3/2003
527. The Mother's Son 1/3/2003
528. The River's Tale 1/3/2003
529. The Power Of The Dog 12/31/2002
530. A Lover's Journey 1/3/2003
531. In Error 1/3/2003
532. Cupid's Arrows 1/3/2003
533. The Way Through The Woods 12/31/2002
534. When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted 12/31/2002
535. Mandalay 12/31/2002
536. Mary, Pity Women! 12/31/2002
537. Cleared 12/31/2002
538. Blue Roses 1/3/2003
539. A Legend Of Truth 1/3/2003
540. White Horses 12/31/2002
541. Mother O' Mine 1/3/2003
542. The Young British Soldier 12/31/2002
543. Gunga Din 12/31/2002
544. My Boy Jack? 3/29/2010
545. I Keep Six Honest... 1/3/2003
546. A Code Of Morals 1/3/2003
547. Fuzzy-Wuzzy 12/31/2002
548. A Child's Garden 1/3/2003
549. If 12/31/2002
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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