1896 in poetry

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!— closing lines of Rudyard Kipling's If—, first published this year Nationality words link to articles with information on the nation's poetry or literature (for instance, Irish or France).

Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: -- Lines 9-16 Death years link to the corresponding "[year] in poetry" article: Birth years link to the corresponding "[year] in poetry" article: