Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

521. A Ripple Song 1/3/2003
522. A Rector's Memory 1/3/2003
523. A Recantation 1/3/2003
524. A Preface 1/3/2003
525. A Pilgrim's Way 12/31/2002
526. A Pict Song 1/3/2003
527. A Pageant Of Elizabeth 1/3/2003
528. A Nativity 1/3/2003
529. A Lover's Journey 1/3/2003
530. A Legend Of Truth 1/3/2003
531. A General Summary 1/3/2003
532. A Departure 1/3/2003
533. A Dedication To Soldiers Three 3/29/2010
534. A Dedication 1/3/2003
535. A Death-Bed 1/3/2003
536. A Dead Statesman 3/29/2010
537. A Counting-Out Song 1/3/2003
538. A Code Of Morals 1/3/2003
539. A Child's Garden 1/3/2003
540. A Charm 1/3/2003
541. A Carol 1/3/2003
542. A British-Roman Song 1/3/2003
543. A Boy Scouts' Patrol Song 1/1/2004
544. A Bank Fraud 1/3/2003
545. A Ballade Of Jakko Hill 1/1/2004
546. A Ballad Of Burial 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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