Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

1. The Last Chantey 12/31/2002
2. The Parting of the Column 6/10/2015
3. The Ballad Of Fisher's Boarding-House 12/31/2002
4. The Ballad Of Bolivar 12/31/2002
5. The Ballad Of Ahmed Shah 3/29/2010
6. Untitled [you Mustn'T Swim Till You'Re Six Weeks Old] 11/28/2014
7. The Lowestoft Boat 1/3/2003
8. The Coiner 1/3/2003
9. The Lament Of The Border Cattle Thief 12/31/2002
10. The Landau 1/3/2003
11. The North Sea Patrol 1/3/2003
12. The Songs Of The Lathes 12/31/2002
13. The Press 1/3/2003
14. There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec 2/3/2015
15. A Song of the White Men 1/8/2016
16. The Song Of The Cities 12/31/2002
17. Hymn of Breaking Strain 8/26/2015
18. The Bother 1/3/2003
19. The Jacket 12/31/2002
20. The Ballad Of Minepit Shaw 1/3/2003
21. The Braggart 1/3/2003
22. The City Of Brass 3/24/2010
23. The Song Of The Sons 12/31/2002
24. Epitaphs Of The War 1/26/2016
25. The Conversion Of Aurelian Mcgoggin 1/3/2003
26. The Man Who Could Write 1/3/2003
27. The Cure 1/3/2003
28. To Thomas Atkins 12/31/2002
29. The Legend Of The Foreign Office 1/3/2003
30. The Fall Of Jock Gillespie 1/3/2003
31. The Last Suttee 12/31/2002
32. The Appeal 3/29/2010
33. The Nursing Sister 1/3/2003
34. The Last Ode 1/3/2003
35. 'Tin Fish' 3/3/2015
36. The Dying Chauffeur 1/3/2003
37. The Coastwise Lights 12/31/2002
38. The Last Lap 1/3/2003
39. The Comforters 1/3/2003
40. The Mare's Nest 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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The Widow At Windsor

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
(Ow, poor beggars in red!)
There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,
There's 'er mark on the medical stores --
An' 'er troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind
That takes us to various wars.

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