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

Read the full of If

The Wishing-Caps

Life's all getting and giving,
I've only myself to give.
What shall I do for a living?
I've only one life to live.
End it? I'll not find another.
Spend it? But how shall I best?
Sure the wise plan is to live like a man
And Luck may look after the rest!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!

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