VersesDuckworth, 1910 - 87 pages |
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Balliol fed Balliol loved BATTERSEA BRIDGE bells ring best of Balliol blessed boat Calvados Carilla Carillon Charon child Jesus smile cold Courtesy Cuckoo Cumnor Hill dared dawn Death DEDICATORY ODE DIVES DIVES DIVES DRINKING SONG Electric Light Evenlode eyes face FANATIC fell Fille-la-Haine ford forlorn Galloping gave gold Hampton road happy hear The bells heart Hell High justice high wood hills holy hands Holy Night Howl keep his word Lady laughed Leicester Square little mound Little Serving Maid Lord loud loved and led morning Mother Muse mustard grow never had thought NEWDIGATE POEM NOËL Peter Wanderwide POSTSCRIPT ON CONSOLS PROPHET LOST put my pleasure ride rode sacred Saint Joseph saw her die sing small child Jesus soul South Country stand stood Storrington sung Sussex Sussex Weald sword there's things thou town VERSES walk wall WEST SUSSEX wind wine Winter's night yellow mustard
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Page 29 - And drive them clamouring down the lanes, And gallop and harry and have them down, And carry the gates and hold the town. Then shall I rest me from my ride With my great anger satisfied. Only, before I eat and drink, When I have killed them all, I think That I will batter their carven names, And slit the pictures in their frames, And burn for scent their cedar door, And melt the gold their women wore, And hack their horses at the knees, And hew to death their timber trees, And plough their gardens...
Page 4 - That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening : My work is left behind ; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea ; And it's there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be, And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me. The men that live in North England I saw them for a day : Their hearts are set upon the waste fells, Their skies are fast and grey ; From their castle-walls...
Page 70 - Uprising on my inward sight Compact of ancient tales, and port And sleep — and learning of a sort. Dons English, worthy of the land; Dons rooted; Dons that understand. Good Dons perpetual that remain A landmark, walling in the plain — The horizon of my memories — Like large and comfortable trees. Don very much apart from these, Thou scapegoat Don, thou Don devoted, Don to thine own damnation quoted, Perplexed to find thy trivial name Reared in my verse to lasting shame. Don dreadful, rasping...
Page 19 - Of God that was Our Lady's Son. The first was of Saint Gabriel; On Wings a-flame from Heaven he fell; And as he went upon one knee He shone with Heavenly Courtesy. Our Lady out of Nazareth rode It was Her month of heavy load; Yet was Her face both great and kind, For Courtesy was in Her Mind. The third it was our Little Lord, Whom all the Kings in arms adored; He was so small you could not see His large intent of Courtesy.
Page 70 - Don middle-class, Don sycophantic, Don dull, Don brutish, Don pedantic; Don hypocritical, Don bad, Don furtive, Don three-quarters mad; Don (since a man must make an end), Don that shall never be my friend. Don different from those regal Dons! With hearts of gold and lungs of bronze, Who shout and bang and roar and bawl The Absolute across the hall...
Page 23 - Burgundy. I felt the gesture of your hands, You signed my forehead with the Cross; The gesture of your holy hands Was bounteous - like the misty lands Along the Hills in Calvados. But when I slept I saw your eyes, Hungry as death, and very far. I saw demand in your dim eyes Mysterious as the moons that rise At midnight, in the Pines of Var.
Page 5 - I never get between the pines But I smell the Sussex air ; Nor I never come on a belt of sand But my home is there. And along the sky the line of the Downs So noble and so bare. A lost thing could I never find, Nor a broken thing mend : And I fear I shall be all alone When I get towards the end. Who will there be to comfort me Or who will be my friend ? I will gather and carefully make my friends Of the men of the Sussex Weald, They watch the stars from silent folds, They stiffly plough the field....
Page 4 - When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; And it's there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be, And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me.
Page 40 - Est in Aula Regis stare Atque orare et exorare Et clamare et conclamare Clamantes cum clamoribus Pro Nobis Peccatoribus.) Let me not conceal it. ... Rode I. (For who but critics could complain Of " riding " in a railway train ?) Across the valleys and the high-land, With all the world on either hand Drinking when I had a mind to, Singing when I felt inclined to ; Nor ever turned my face to home Till I had slaked my heart at Rome.
Page 18 - Of Courtesy, it is much less Than Courage of Heart or Holiness, Yet in my Walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in Courtesy.