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Há 17 horas · Nelson Santander. Joseph Stroud – Lendo Kaváfis sozinho na cama. Eu também me lembro do passado, meu quarto à luz de velas, e da noite em que ela entrou e tocou meu rosto com o dela com boca, língua e lábios, da noite no pomar, do aroma das frutas, seus seios – lembra, corpo? * – aquele quarto, lembra? – nossos gritos, as velas ...
Há 1 dia · 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 ...
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Há 3 dias · Joseph Rudyard Kipling nació el 30 de diciembre de 1865 en la ciudad de Bombay, India, hijo de Alice Kipling y John Lockwood Kipling. Su madre era una mujer vivaz y una gran escritora. Lockwood, su padre, era un oficial del ejército británico y un experto escultor y alfarero, que enseñó escultura arquitectónica en la recién fundada Escuela Jeejeebhoy de Arte e Industria en Bombay.
19 de mai. de 2024 · 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 3 dias · Eddi preached them The World, Till the gale blew off on the marshes. And the windows showed the day, And the Ox and the Ass together. Wheeled and clattered away. And when the Saxons mocked him, Said Eddi of Manhood End, "I dare not shut His chapel. On such as care to attend."
Há 2 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.
