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Há 2 dias · Joseph Rudyard Kipling ( / ˈrʌdjərd / RUD-yərd; 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) [1] was an English novelist, short-story writer, poet, and journalist. He was born in British India, which inspired much of his work. Kipling's works of fiction include the Jungle Book duology ( The Jungle Book, 1894; The Second Jungle Book, 1895), Kim ...
Há 3 dias · A Smuggler's Song. If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street. Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark- Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk;
Há 4 dias · Kipling’s ballad-like metre is capable of subtle variation. It reflects speech rhythms where appropriate, and sometimes innovates with end-of-line dashes to indicate unexpected or dramatic pauses. The first line of the stanza is often triple-stressed, but it seems to have only two main stresses when the sea makes the pronouncement, “We will lay this thing here”.
Há 3 dias · Rudyard Kipling published his poem "If-" in his 1910 book entitled "Rewards and Fairies". It is ostensibly advice given by a father to his son on how to go about making his way in life. It commends such virtues as self-reliance, patience, honesty, perseverance, self-control and moderation.
Há 2 dias · Literature portal. v. t. e. Poetry (from the Greek word poiesis, "making") is a form of literary art that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic [1] [2] [3] qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, literal or surface-level meanings. Any particular instance of poetry is called a poem and is written by a poet.
Há 3 dias · Four-Feet trotting behind. Day after day, the whole day through --. Wherever my road inclined --. Four-feet said, "I am coming with you!" And trotted along behind. Now I must go by some other round, --. Which I shall never find --. Somewhere that does not carry the sound. Of Four-Feet trotting behind.
Há 3 dias · The Explorer. "There's no sense in going further --. it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it --. broke my land and sowed my crop --. Built my barns and strung my fences. in the little border station. Tucked away below the foothills. where the trails run out and stop.
