Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

1. The King's Task 1/3/2003
2. The Shut-Eye Sentry 12/31/2002
3. The French Wars 1/3/2003
4. Rimmon 1/3/2003
5. The Lament Of The Border Cattle Thief 12/31/2002
6. The Necessitarian 1/3/2003
7. The Last Department 1/3/2003
8. The Fall Of Jock Gillespie 1/3/2003
9. The Coiner 1/3/2003
10. The Servant When He Reigneth 1/3/2003
11. The Rhyme Of The Three Captains 12/31/2002
12. To Wolcott Balestier 12/31/2002
13. Carmen Circulare 1/3/2003
14. Song Of The Fifth River 1/3/2003
15. The New Knighthood 1/3/2003
16. The Comforters 1/3/2003
17. The Song At Cock-Crow 1/3/2003
18. The Junk And The Dhow 1/3/2003
19. To Motorists 12/31/2002
20. The Sing-Song Of Old Man Kangaroo 1/3/2003
21. The Portent 1/3/2003
22. The Puzzler 1/3/2003
23. The Legends Of Evil 1/1/2004
24. The Ballad Of Minepit Shaw 1/3/2003
25. The Braggart 1/3/2003
26. To James Whitcomb Riley 12/31/2002
27. The Progress Of The Spark 1/3/2003
28. The Files 3/29/2010
29. The Voortrekker 3/29/2010
30. The Parting of the Column 6/10/2015
31. Hymn of Breaking Strain 8/26/2015
32. A Song of the White Men 1/8/2016
33. Epitaphs Of The War 1/26/2016
34. The King And The Sea 3/29/2010
35. The Ballad Of Jakko Hill 3/29/2010
36. The Secret Of The Machinery 3/29/2010
37. The Verdicts [jutland] 3/29/2010
38. The Absent-Minded Beggar 3/29/2010
39. The King's Ankus 1/3/2003
40. The Crab That Played With The Sea 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 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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