Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

521. To The Companions 12/31/2002
522. To The True Romance 12/31/2002
523. To The Unknown Goddess 12/31/2002
524. To Thomas Atkins 12/31/2002
525. To Wolcott Balestier 12/31/2002
526. To: Thomas Atkins 3/29/2010
527. Tod's Amendment 1/3/2003
528. Tomlinson 12/31/2002
529. Tommy 12/31/2002
530. Toomai Of The Elephants 1/3/2003
531. Troopin' 12/31/2002
532. Two Kopjes 12/31/2002
533. Two Months 12/31/2002
534. Ulster 12/31/2002
535. Untimely 12/31/2002
536. Untitled [you Mustn'T Swim Till You'Re Six Weeks Old] 11/28/2014
537. We And They 12/31/2002
538. What Happened 12/31/2002
539. What The People Said 12/31/2002
540. When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted 12/31/2002
541. White Horses 12/31/2002
542. Wilful Missing 12/31/2002
543. With Drake In The Tropics 12/31/2002
544. With Scindia To Delhi 12/31/2002
545. Yet At The Last 1/3/2003
546. Zion 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Rudyard Kipling


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 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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