Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Autor Robert Frost Ilustrat de P. J. Lynchen Limba Engleză Hardback – 2 noi 2022
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Award-winning artist-author P.J. Lynch brings Robert Frost's iconic poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" to life with his atmospheric and exquisitely detailed illustrations. The horse and its mysterious rider are expertly rendered against the striking background of a dark woods shrouded in snow. This edition is the perfect gift for adults and children alike.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781529506341
ISBN-10: 1529506344
Pagini: 32
Dimensiuni: 260 x 283 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.51 kg
Editura: Walker Books Ltd.
ISBN-10: 1529506344
Pagini: 32
Dimensiuni: 260 x 283 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.51 kg
Editura: Walker Books Ltd.
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An illustrated interpretation of Robert Frost’s classic poem of loss, family bonds, and promises to keep.
An illustrated interpretation of Robert Frost’s classic poem of loss, family bonds, and promises to keep.
Notă biografică
Robert Frost (1874?1963) was an American poet whose work typically depicted rural early-twentieth-century New England. His most well-known poems include ?Acquainted with the Night,? ?After Apple-Picking,? ?Birches,? ?Fire and Ice,? ?Mending Wall,? ?The Road Not Taken,? and ?Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,? which the poet once called ?my best bid for remembrance.? During his lifetime, Robert Frost received the Congressional Gold Medal, was a four-time recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and was nominated thirty-one times for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
P.J. Lynch is the author-illustrator of The Haunted Lake and The Boy Who Fell Off the Mayflower, or John Howland's Good Fortune. Meticulous research informs all of his illustration work, which includes such acclaimed picture books as The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey by Susan Wojciechowski, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore, and When Jessie Came Across the Sea by Amy Hest. P.J. Lynch has received the Kate Greenaway Medal twice and the Christopher Medal three times. He lives in Dublin, Ireland.
P.J. Lynch is the author-illustrator of The Haunted Lake and The Boy Who Fell Off the Mayflower, or John Howland's Good Fortune. Meticulous research informs all of his illustration work, which includes such acclaimed picture books as The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey by Susan Wojciechowski, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore, and When Jessie Came Across the Sea by Amy Hest. P.J. Lynch has received the Kate Greenaway Medal twice and the Christopher Medal three times. He lives in Dublin, Ireland.
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.