Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

161. The Rhyme Of The Three Sealers 12/31/2002
162. The Return 1/3/2003
163. The Reformers 1/3/2003
164. The Married Man 1/3/2003
165. The Egg-Shell 1/3/2003
166. The Only Son 1/3/2003
167. The Progress Of The Spark 1/3/2003
168. The Jester 1/3/2003
169. The Grave Of The Hundred Heads 1/3/2003
170. The Choice (The American Spirit Speaks) 3/29/2010
171. Things And The Man 12/31/2002
172. Song Of The Galley Slaves 1/1/2004
173. The Second Voyage 1/3/2003
174. The Playmate 1/3/2003
175. The Fairies' Siege 1/3/2003
176. The Outlaws 1/3/2003
177. The Heritage 1/3/2003
178. The Bell Buoy 1/3/2003
179. The American Rebellion 12/31/2002
180. Et Dona Ferentes 3/29/2010
181. The Bees And Flies 1/3/2003
182. The Flight 1/3/2003
183. The Overland Mail 1/3/2003
184. The Return Of The Children 1/3/2003
185. The Children 3/29/2010
186. The Beginner 1/3/2003
187. The Last Of The Light Brigade 1/3/2003
188. The Sacrifice Of Er-Heb 12/31/2002
189. The Ship That Found Herself 1/3/2003
190. The Ladies 12/31/2002
191. The Verdicts [jutland] 3/29/2010
192. The Gift Of The Sea 12/31/2002
193. The Justice's Tale 1/3/2003
194. The Hour Of The Angel 1/3/2003
195. Sir Richard's Song 1/3/2003
196. The Prairie 1/3/2003
197. To The City Of Bombay 12/31/2002
198. The Rhyme Of The Three Captains 12/31/2002
199. The Rabbi's Song 1/3/2003
200. The Craftsman 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 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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