When was from a railway carriage written

Here is a cart run away in the road Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone for ever! Some of his prose works, such as Treasure Island , Kidnapped and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde , remain enormously popular and have inspired numerous adaptations and film versions. Stevenson rejected the law for a life as a writer, often travelling to warmer climes for his health. He wrote numerous stories and essays based on his experiences in France and the South Seas.

Marrying an American woman took him to San Francisco, where he became stepfather to her two children. Back Why register? One such subject is surely public transport; as practical and undoubtedly necessary as it is, even the most accomplished of bards would struggle when faced with points of inspiration such as delays, jams and replacement services.

Yet the very topic is gearing up a range of writers, with the most famous network of public transport in the country — the London Underground — at the centre of a major poetic project which aims to collect odes, each correlating to an individual station in the network. The zigzagging of lines meaning if you so wish, you could embark on a mini adventure into the unknown. And also the very fact that actually being underground gives a slight eerie edge to proceedings.

It has been suggested that there is something about trains that appeals to poets above all other modes of transport. Whether this is true, who can say? Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by.

It rushes on leaving behind bridges, houses, fences and ditches drainage at both sides of the road and also the green fields where horses and cattle are grazing.

The poet further says that the train crosses all the scenes of hill and plain as quick as one drop of rain follows another drop in a storm.

In the next moment, the train passes railway stations with a whistle and the stations look like painted pictures. Faster than fairies, faster than witches,. Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;. And charging along like troops in a battle. All through the meadows the horses and cattle;.

All of the sights of the hill and the plain. Fly as thick as driving rain;. And ever again, in the wink of an eye,. Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,. All by himself and gathering brambles;. Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;. And here is the green for stringing the daisies. Here is a cart runaway in the road. Lumping along with man and load;. And here is a mill, and there is river;.

Each a glimpse and gone forever. The poet describes the sights that he notices while travelling in the train. The train is moving faster than fairies and witches. The train rushes forward like soldiers who are attacking their enemies in the battlefield.