Rudyard Kipling"Twenty-eight poems (or parts of poems) reverberate with Kipling's compassion for his fellow humans....introduction details the events of his life and their relationship to his work. With dedication to the structure, rhythm, and rhyme of his craft, Kipling created poetry that, when read aloud, sings to its audience in every phase. Sharpe's exquisite paintings illustrate the exotic quality of the verse, whether of animals in the jungle or ships at sea. Vibrant colors reflect the strong emotions of each poem...The faces of children show humor, trust, curiosity, and moodiness. Familiar lines from 'If' and 'The Ballad of East and West' demonstrate the poet's universal appeal. As in other books in this series, each poem is preceded by background information, and difficult or unfamiliar words are defined...A worthy addition."--School Library Journal. |
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III | 10 |
IV | 13 |
V | 14 |
VI | 15 |
VII | 16 |
VIII | 18 |
IX | 19 |
X | 21 |
XVIII | 30 |
XIX | 32 |
XX | 33 |
XXI | 34 |
XXII | 36 |
XXIII | 38 |
XXIV | 39 |
XXV | 40 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 9 - I have eaten your bread and salt, I have drunk your water and wine; The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives that ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil or toil or ease,— One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas? I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people's mirth, In jesting guise — but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth.