Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

121. The Prayer Of Miriam Cohen 1/3/2003
122. The Naulahka 1/1/2004
123. To James Whitcomb Riley 12/31/2002
124. The Queen's Men 1/3/2003
125. The Juggler's Song 1/3/2003
126. Thorkild’s Song 3/29/2010
127. The Instructor 1/3/2003
128. The English Way 3/29/2010
129. The Deep-Sea Cables 12/31/2002
130. The Oldest Song 1/3/2003
131. The Tour 12/31/2002
132. The Story Of Ung 12/31/2002
133. The Expert 1/3/2003
134. The Moral 1/3/2003
135. The Servant When He Reigneth 1/3/2003
136. The Penalty 1/3/2003
137. The Song At Cock-Crow 1/3/2003
138. The Crab That Played With The Sea 1/3/2003
139. The Explanation 12/31/2002
140. The Secret Of The Machinery 3/29/2010
141. The Native Born 1/3/2003
142. The Old Issue 1/3/2003
143. The Legend Of Evil 12/31/2002
144. The Song Of The Banjo 12/31/2002
145. The Progress Of The Spark 1/3/2003
146. The Ballad Of The Red Earl 1/3/2003
147. The Mother-Lodge 12/31/2002
148. The Bee-Boy's Song 1/3/2003
149. Pan In Vermont 3/29/2010
150. The Masque Of Plenty 1/3/2003
151. The Run Of The Downs 1/3/2003
152. The Ballad Of The "Clampherdown" 12/31/2002
153. The Sing-Song Of Old Man Kangaroo 1/3/2003
154. The Kingdom 1/3/2003
155. The Sacrifice Of Er-Heb 12/31/2002
156. The Settler 1/3/2003
157. The Ship That Found Herself 1/3/2003
158. The Advertisement 12/31/2002
159. The Shut-Eye Sentry 12/31/2002
160. The Morning Song Of The Jungle 1/3/2003

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 ...

Read the full of If

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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