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http://www.kipling.org.uk/ - The main page for more reading and links! (I'm renewing / reformatting my original review, which was done at Feb 7, 2005) RUDYARD KIPLING 1865 - 1936 _____ IF...... _____ IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs... more
Reviewed by TimppaKoo Sep 30 2007, 04:06pm ( 11 reviews ) • kipling.org.uk
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Rated by booksandme on Jun 09 2008, 5:06pm
Rudyard Kipling. Poet, journalist, novelist. A man who saw beauty in small things. Soldier's friend.
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Rated by TimppaKoo on Sep 30 2007, 4:06pm
http://www.kipling.org.uk/ - The main page for more reading and links! (I'm renewing / reformatting my original review, which was done at Feb 7, 2005) RUDYARD KIPLING 1865 - 1936 _____ 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 same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! I personally admit, that this is really a great part of the internal wisdom for us to achieve in our lives - awesome goal, just think about it for a while! Btw: Some reviewers before me were referring to imperialism, but what to do when being born in a certain country at those days, while merely the leaders were that, not him! Thanks to Sweet Orfie for finding this great site!
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Rated by jadewood on Oct 10 2005, 1:18pm
A great Kipling site. I never read his work as a child, but have learned to love him as an adult. Wow, that's all I have to say, is there a minimum word limit on this particular site?
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Rated by Xtine66 on Oct 10 2005, 9:14am
Fox-hunting The fox meditates WHEN Samson set my brush afire To spoil the Timnite's barley, I made my point for Leicestershire And left Philistia early. Through Gath and Rankesborough Gorse I fled, And took the Coplow Road, sir ! And was a gentleman in Red When all the Quorn wore woad, sir ! When Rome lay massed on Hadrian's Wall, And nothing much was doing, Her bored Centurions heard my call 0' nights when I went wooing. They raised a pack - they ran it well (For I was there to run 'em) From Aesica to Carter Fell, And down North Tyne to Hunnum. When William landed hot for blood, And Harold's hosts were smitten, I lay at earth in Battle Wood While Domesday Book was written. Whatever harm he did to man, I owe him pure affection; For in his righteous reign began The first of Game Protection. When Charles, my namesake, lost his mask, And Oliver dropped his'n, I found those Northern Squires a task, To keep 'em out of prison. In boots as big as milking-pails, With holsters on the pommel, They chevied me across the Dales Instead of fighting Cromwell. When thrifty Walpole took the helm, And hedging came in fashion, The March of Progress gave my realm Enclosure and Plantation. 'Twas then, to soothe their discontent, I showed each pounded Master, However fast the Commons went, I went a little faster ! When Pigg and Jorrocks held the stage And Steam had linked the Shires, I broke the staid Victorian age To posts, and rails, and wires. Then fifty mile was none too far To go by train to cover, Till some dam' sutler pupped a car, And decent sport was over ! When men grew shy of hunting stag, For fear the Law might try 'em, The Car put up an average bag Of twenty dead per diem. Then every road was made a rink For Coroners to sit on; And so began, in skid and stink, The real blood-sport of Britain !
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Rated by iceblink on Sep 21 2005, 10:07pm
When I was a kid, there was an Englishman in San Francisco named Gordon, a friend of my parents, who could tell "Just So Stories" from memory. I used to love listening to him, so I have an affinity for Rudyard Kipling.
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Rated by tigerdragonbrand on Feb 07 2005, 10:03am
Thank you to TimppaKoo for pointing me to this wonderful Site and Poem! IF..... 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 same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
