Are you looking for a public quote or two from Rudyard Kipling but coming up short? Well, there’s a reason or two, and I’m here to explain them to you. While Kipling was well-known across Britain and the world during his rise to fame in the early 1900s, he remained mostly silent in the press. …
Framed copies hang in offices of India’s National Defence Academy and the Indian Naval Academy. A verse is carved into the pavement of one English village. Two lines are on the wall of the stadium where the Wimbledon Championships are held. Clearly, Rudyard Kipling’s famous poem “If” is deeply loved by the British people and …
If you’re anything like me, you’re curious about how certain writers or artists hang on to fame over time. Rudyard Kipling is a prime example. Anyone who takes a peek at Rudyard Kipling’s literary achievements will see he was one of the most popular Victorian-era writers. And, even though his work’s now a century and …
By Robert Lowell Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stonesAnd fenced their gardens with the Redmen’s bones;Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva’s night,They planted here the Serpent’s seeds of light;And here the pivoting searchlights probe to shockThe riotous glass houses built on rock,And candles gutter by an empty altar,And …
By William Butler Yeats He with body waged a fight,But body won; it walks upright.Then he struggled with the heart;Innocence and peace depart.Then he struggled with the mind;His proud heart he left behind.Now his wars on God begin;At stroke of midnight God shall win. commentary about The Four Ages Of Man This evocative poem, entitled …
By Henry Lawson Let others make the songs of love For our young struggling nation; But I will sing while e’er I live The Songs of Irrigation; For while the white man shall beget The white man’s son and daughter, The two most precious things for us Shall still be wheat and water. We’ve been drought-ruined in the West, And ever in my …
By Joseph Burrows HAST ever tramped along the road That has no end?The far brown winding road,—your one Fast friendA tattered weather-beaten swag, A silent mate To sendHis dumb warm comfort to the heart, A fount where dreams ascend. There’s wondrous freedom on the road That has no end;A …
By Myra Viola Wilds What kind of thoughts now, do you carry In your travels day by day Are they bright and lofty visions, Or neglected, gone astray? Matters not how great in fancy, Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; Man, though high may be his station, Is no better than his thoughts. Catch …