Category: Poetry
For permission to reprint the material in this volume, the editor wishes, first of all, to acknowledge his debt to those poets whose co-operation has been of such assistance not only in finally determining upon the choice of their poems, but in collecting dates, biographical d...
For permission to reprint the material in this volume, the editor wishes, first of all, to acknowledge his debt to those poets whose co-operation has been of such assistance not...
2. Chapter 2Henley repudiated this languid aestheticism; he scorned a negative art which was out of touch with the world. His was a large and sweeping affirmation. He felt that mere existen...
3. Chapter 3Behold me waiting--waiting for the knife. A little while, and at a leap I storm The thick sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life. The gods are g...
4. Chapter 4I fear to love thee, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss; White flake of childhood, clinging so To my soiled raiment, thy shy snow At tenderest touch will shrink and go...
5. Chapter 5She opened her door and her window, And the heart and the soul came through, To her right hand came the red one, To her left hand came the blue.
6. Chapter 6The best of his poetry is in _Homeward Songs by the Way_ (1894) and _The Earth Breath and Other Poems_. Yeats has spoken of these poems as "revealing in all things a kind of sce...
7. Chapter 7Nora Hopper was born in Exeter on January 2, 1871, and married W. H. Chesson, a well-known writer, in 1901. Although the Irish element in her work is acquired and incidental, th...
8. Chapter 8King Philip's in his closet with the Fleece about his neck (_Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck._) The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin, And litt...
9. Chapter 9Edward Thomas, one of the little-known but most individual of modern English poets, was born in 1878. For many years before he turned to verse, Thomas had a large following as a...
10. Chapter 10Verdi, Verdi, when you wrote _Il Trovatore_ did you dream Of the City when the sun sinks low, Of the organ and the monkey and the many-coloured stream On the Piccadilly pavement...
11. Chapter 11I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep Beyond the village which men still call Tyre, With leaden age o'ercargoed, dipping deep For Famagusta and the hidden sun That rings...
12. Chapter 12They'll know not if it's fire, or dew, Or out of earth, or in the height, Singing, or flame, or scent, or hue, Or two that pass, in light, to light,
13. Chapter 13Robert Nichols was born on the Isle of Wight in 1893. His first volume, _Invocations_ (1915), was published while he was at the front, Nichols having joined the army while he wa...