Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

1. The Landau 1/3/2003
2. The Ballad Of Ahmed Shah 3/29/2010
3. The Lowestoft Boat 1/3/2003
4. The Song Of The Sons 12/31/2002
5. The Coiner 1/3/2003
6. The Puzzler 1/3/2003
7. The Ballad Of Fisher's Boarding-House 12/31/2002
8. The Press 1/3/2003
9. The Last Chantey 12/31/2002
10. The City Of Brass 3/24/2010
11. The Appeal 3/29/2010
12. There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec 2/3/2015
13. The Liner She's A Lady 12/31/2002
14. The Ballad Of Bolivar 12/31/2002
15. The Song Of The Old Guard 12/31/2002
16. The King's Job 1/3/2003
17. The Legend Of The Foreign Office 1/3/2003
18. The Song Of The Cities 12/31/2002
19. The Man Who Could Write 1/3/2003
20. The Lament Of The Border Cattle Thief 12/31/2002
21. The Songs Of The Lathes 12/31/2002
22. The Ballad Of Minepit Shaw 1/3/2003
23. The Braggart 1/3/2003
24. The Conversion Of Aurelian Mcgoggin 1/3/2003
25. 'Tin Fish' 3/3/2015
26. To Thomas Atkins 12/31/2002
27. The Legend Of Mirth 1/3/2003
28. The Spies' March 12/31/2002
29. The New Knighthood 1/3/2003
30. The Legends Of Evil 1/1/2004
31. The Last Suttee 12/31/2002
32. Untitled [you Mustn'T Swim Till You'Re Six Weeks Old] 11/28/2014
33. The North Sea Patrol 1/3/2003
34. The Last Ode 1/3/2003
35. The Post That Fitted 1/3/2003
36. The Dying Chauffeur 1/3/2003
37. The Coastwise Lights 12/31/2002
38. The Long Trail 1/3/2003
39. The Last Lap 1/3/2003
40. The Bother 1/3/2003
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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'Tin Fish'

(Sea Warfare)


The ships destroy us above
And ensnare us beneath.
We arise, we lie down, and we move
In the belly of Death.

The ships have a thousand eyes
To mark where we come . . .
But the mirth of a seaport dies
When our blow gets home.

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