Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

121. Gipsy Vans 1/1/2004
122. Gods Of The East 1/3/2003
123. Great-Heart 1/3/2003
124. Gunga Din 12/31/2002
125. Gypsy Vans 1/3/2003
126. Hadramauti 1/3/2003
127. Half-Ballad Of Waterval 1/3/2003
128. Harp Song Of The Dane Women 1/3/2003
129. Helen All Alone 1/3/2003
130. Heriot's Ford 1/3/2003
131. His Apologies 3/24/2010
132. His Wedded Wife 1/3/2003
133. How Fear Came 1/3/2003
134. How It All Began 1/3/2003
135. How The Camel Got His Hump 1/3/2003
136. How The Leopard Got His Spots 1/3/2003
137. How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin 1/3/2003
138. How The Whale Got His Throat 1/3/2003
139. Hunting Song Of The Seeonee Pack 1/3/2003
140. Hymn Before Action 12/31/2002
141. Hymn of Breaking Strain 8/26/2015
142. Hymn To Physical Pain 1/3/2003
143. I Keep Six Honest... 1/3/2003
144. If 12/31/2002
145. In Error 1/3/2003
146. In Springtime 1/3/2003
147. In The House Of Suddhoo 1/3/2003
148. In The Matter Of One Compass 1/3/2003
149. In The Neolithic Age 12/31/2002
150. James I 1/3/2003
151. Jane's Marriage 1/3/2003
152. Jubal And Tubal Cain 1/3/2003
153. Justice 1/3/2003
154. Kaa’s Hunting 3/29/2010
155. Kim 1/3/2003
156. Kitchener's School 1/3/2003
157. La Nuit Blanche 1/3/2003
158. Lady Geraldine's Hardship 1/3/2003
159. Late Came The God 1/3/2003
160. L'Envoi 12/31/2002
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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