Rudyard Kipling


His life and famous works:
Joseph Rudyard Kipling was born on December 30, 1865 in Bombay, India. He experienced early succes with his poems, but before long he began writing short stories. He published some of his first poems in 1883 and then short stories in 1887. He published one of his most famous stories, the Jungle Book, in 1894. He was educated in England at the United Services College in Binford. He returned to India in 1882 at Anglo, an Indian newspaper. He was also the poet for the British Emprie and it's yeoman, or common soldier. He also wrote a few propoganda books in World War I. His collection of poems showed up in 1933. He recieved many awards and honorary degrees, but in 1926 he recieved the Gold Medal of the Royal Society of Litterature. This was very important because only three other people had recieved it before. In 1889 he returned back to England and became very popular. It was there that he met his wife, Carrie Wolcott. A few years later they had their first two children, Josephine and Elsie. Josephine died when the family was visting the United States. His son ,John, died at age 18 in the Battle of Loos in 1915. Rudyard died in January 1936, which was three days before the King died.
Famous Poems:
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Blue Roses

They are fools who kiss and tell"--
Wisely has the poet sung.
Man may hold all sorts of posts
If he'll only hold his tongue.
Jenny and Me were engaged, you see,
On the eve of the Fancy Ball;
So a kiss or two was nothing to you
Or any one else at all.
Jenny would go in a domino--
Pretty and pink‚Äč but warm;
While I attended, clad in a splendid
Austrian uniform.
Now we had arranged, through notes exchanged
Early that afternoon,
At Number Four to waltz no more,
But to sit in the dusk and spoon.
I wish you to see that Jenny and Me
Had barely exchanged our troth;
So a kiss or two was strictly due
By, from, and between us both.
When Three was over, an eager lover,
I fled to the gloom outside;
And a Domino came out also
Whom I took for my future bride.
That is to say, in a casual way,
I slipped my arm around her;
With a kiss or two (which is nothing to you),
And ready to kiss I found her.
She turned her head and the name she said
Was certainly not my own;
But ere I could speak, with a smothered shriek
She fled and left me alone.
Then Jenny came, and I saw with shame
She'd doffed her domino;
And I had embraced an alien waist--
But I did not tell her so.
Next morn I knew that there were two
Dominoes pink, and one
Had cloaked the spouse of Sir Julian House,
Our big Political gun.
Sir J. was old, and her hair was gold,
And her eye was a blue cerulean;
And the name she said when she turned her head
Was not in the least like "Julian."
Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love's delight.
She would none of all my posies--
Bade me gather her blue roses.

Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.

Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.

It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest--
Roses white and red are best!
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 imposters 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 wornout 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 breath 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!
Rhyme Scheme:
In this poem everyother line rhymes while the lines
inbetween do not rhyme,
The theme of this poem is love. The man in this
poem falls for a woman who leaves him. He tries
to move on but every other woman he dates is not
the same as the first woman he loved.
Rhyme Scheme:
In this poem each line rhymes with
the line below it.


I believe the theme if this poem is to
love what you have, and not to overlook
the gifts you have right in front of you.
The man in this poems was sent on a
quest to find blue roses for his love, but
while he was doing that she had died,
The woman could've just asked for red
or white roses and loved those, but she
sent him on a quest and she did not love
what was in front of her,
Rhyme Scheme:
In this poem every other line rhymes.

I think the theme of this poem is maturing. It shows of the male
person can pass all of these points then he will be a man.
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