Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

281. The Runes Of Weland's Sword 1/3/2003
282. Possibilities 1/3/2003
283. The Holy War 1/3/2003
284. The Hyaenas 1/3/2003
285. An Imperial Rescript 12/31/2002
286. The Burial 1/3/2003
287. Sea-Wife 1/3/2003
288. Mine-Sweepers 1/1/2004
289. Anchor Song 12/31/2002
290. Troopin' 12/31/2002
291. Seven Watchmen 1/3/2003
292. Ride To Kandahar 1/3/2003
293. Shillin' A Day 12/31/2002
294. Lispeth 1/3/2003
295. The Idiot Boy 1/3/2003
296. My New-Cut Ashlar 1/3/2003
297. With Drake In The Tropics 12/31/2002
298. Loot 12/31/2002
299. The Fires 1/3/2003
300. The Butterfly That Stamped 1/3/2003
301. The Voortrekker 3/29/2010
302. The Answer 12/31/2002
303. The Bronckhurst Divorce Case 1/3/2003
304. Divided Destinies 1/3/2003
305. The Feet Of The Young Men 1/3/2003
306. The Benefactors 1/3/2003
307. Russia To The Pacifists 1/3/2003
308. Philadelphia 1/3/2003
309. Edgehill Fight 1/3/2003
310. Route Marchin' 12/31/2002
311. False Dawn 1/3/2003
312. His Wedded Wife 1/3/2003
313. The Watcher 1/3/2003
314. Dirge Of The Dead Sisters 3/29/2010
315. Heriot's Ford 1/3/2003
316. Evarra And His Gods 12/31/2002
317. The Ballad Of East And West 12/31/2002
318. The Survival 12/31/2002
319. Contradictions 1/3/2003
320. Cruisers 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

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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