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    Poems

    By Frederic Manning

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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    Frederic Manning

    Frederic Manning was born in Sydney, Australia in 1882. He moved to England in 1903 where he pursued a literary career, reviewing and writing poetry. He enlisted in 1915 in the Shropshire Light Infantry and went to France in 1916 as 'Private 19022.' The Shropshires saw heavy fighting on the Somme and Manning's four months there provided the background to Her Privates We. He died in 1935.

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      Poems - Frederic Manning

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      Title: Poems

      Author: Frederic Manning

      Release Date: September 1, 2013 [eBook #43615]

      Language: English

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      POEMS

      BY

      FREDERIC MANNING

      LONDON

      JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W.

      1910

      PRINTED BY

      HAZELL, WATSON AND VINEY, LD.,

      LONDON AND AYLESBURY.

      TO

      LLE. and RYLLIS

      WITH MY LOVE

      "NOON" appeared originally in The Atlantic Monthly, "Canzone" in The Spectator, and "Kore" in The English Review. I am indebted to the Editors of these Reviews for permission to include them in this volume.

      F. M.

      CONTENTS

      THESEUS AND HIPPOLYTA

      TO J. G. FAIRFAX

      Noon smote down on the field,

      Burning on spears and helms,

      Shining from Theseus' shield.

      As a wave of the sea that whelms

      A rock, and its crest uprears,

      Through the wreck of the trampled wheat

      The charge of the charioteers

      Thundering broke. A sleet

      Veiled light, and the air was alive,

      As with hissing of snakes, as with swarms

      Of the Spring by a populous hive,

      As with wind, and the clamour of storms:

      So hurtled the arrowy hail

      Loosed from the Amazon ranks,

      Smote ringing on brazen mail,

      Struck fanged through the shuddering flanks

      Of the stallions; and half were hurled

      In the dust, and broken, and brayed

      By the chariots over them whirled,

      Which, eager and undismayed,

      Swept ruining on to the hordes

      Of the Amazonian camp,

      With the lightning of terrible swords;

      Till the dead were heaped, as a ramp

      For the quick. But the chariots shocked

      On the thicket of close-set spears;

      And the long ranks reeled, and rocked,

      Broke; and the charioteers

      Went through them, cleaving as ploughs

      Cleave earth: they were rent, and tossed

      With the tumult of tortured boughs.

      And the stallions, with foam embossed,

      Fought, tearing each other with teeth,

      In the red, blind rage of their lust,

      Screaming; and writhed underneath

      The wounded, trodden as must

      Of the grapes trodden out in the press,

      Empurpling the knees, and bare

      Thighs of the men. Through the stress

      Of their shoulders drove as a share,

      Hippolyta. Avenging she came;

      And they streamed, and they surged round her car,

      The women: her face was a flame

      As she rode through the tempest of war;

      And they cried, made glad with the sight,

      As those desiring the dawn,

      When the darkness is cloven by light,

      Cry for gladness: they rallied, upborne,

      When she rayed as the sun through their cloud.

      But she strung the bow, and she prayed

      Unto Artemis, calling aloud,

      As a maid might call to a maid;

      And the Goddess of shining brows

      Heard, as she paused from the chace

      Upon Tainaros hoary with snows;

      And a shadow darkened her face:

      A shadow, and then a ray

      Lightening, glorying, smiled,

      As her thought pierced years to a day

      Unborn, and an unborn child,

      With the pure fount of his praise

      Lifted to her, from the shrine

      Rock-hewn, at the three cross-ways

      In a waste of hills, as wine

      Gladdening her; and she shed

      A wonder, a terror, a fear,

      A beauty that filled with dread,

      A glory no eyes might bear

      On her maid; stooped, hushed, from the height

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