Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

81. To A Lady, Persuading Her To A Car 12/31/2002
82. The Master-Cook 1/3/2003
83. To T. A. 12/31/2002
84. The Necessitarian 1/3/2003
85. The Other Man 1/3/2003
86. The Love Song Of Har Dyal 1/3/2003
87. The Light That Failed 1/1/2004
88. The King And The Sea 3/29/2010
89. The Galley-Slave 1/3/2003
90. The Absent-Minded Beggar 3/29/2010
91. The King's Ankus 1/3/2003
92. The Fabulists 1/3/2003
93. The 'Eathen 12/31/2002
94. The Lesson 1/3/2003
95. The King's Job 1/3/2003
96. The Storm Cone 3/29/2010
97. Song Of The Fifth River 1/3/2003
98. The Song Of The English 1/3/2003
99. The Merchantmen 12/31/2002
100. The Widow's Party 12/31/2002
101. The Junk And The Dhow 1/3/2003
102. To: Thomas Atkins 3/29/2010
103. The Declaration Of London 1/3/2003
104. The First Chantey 12/31/2002
105. The Gipsy Trail 3/29/2010
106. The Ballad Of Jakko Hill 3/29/2010
107. The Four Points 1/3/2003
108. The Ballad Of The Cars 1/3/2003
109. Tod's Amendment 1/3/2003
110. The Miracles 12/31/2002
111. A Song of the White Men 1/8/2016
112. The Gypsy-Trail 1/3/2003
113. To The Companions 12/31/2002
114. The Recall 1/3/2003
115. The Prayer Of Miriam Cohen 1/3/2003
116. The Naulahka 1/1/2004
117. To James Whitcomb Riley 12/31/2002
118. Thorkild’s Song 3/29/2010
119. The Deep-Sea Cables 12/31/2002
120. The Oldest Song 1/3/2003

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 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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