Westminster Memorials
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Westminster Abbey has seen much during its long, rich history including the coronations of Kings and Queens and the burials of Prime ministers. However it is also a church that remembers the men and women of the arts. Dedicated writers and poets who spoke so eloquently that the Nation wished to remember them with plaques upon its walls so that all who travelled here could remember too. Their works are worth remembering and here, in this volume, their wise words speak too and for us all. A companion audio version is also available at Amazon, iTunes and other fine audio stores.
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Westminster Memorials – The Poetry
Westminster Abbey has seen much during its long, rich history including the coronations of Kings and Queens and the burials of Prime ministers.
However it is also a church that remembers the men and women of the arts.
Dedicated writers and poets who spoke so eloquently that the Nation wished to remember them with plaques upon its walls so that all who travelled here could remember too.
Their works are worth remembering and here, in this volume, their wise words speak too and for us all.
A companion audio version is also available at Amazon, iTunes and other fine audio stores.
Index Of Poems
Rugby Chapel, November 1857 - Matthew Arnold
Longing - Matthew Arnold
My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy - Jane Austen
To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died December 16th..... - Jane Austen
Ode to Pity - Jane Austen
February Morning - Robert Laurence Binyon
The Chestnut Tree - Robert Laurence Binyon
London - William Blake
The Angel That Presided - William Blake
The Echoing Green - William Blake
The Tyger - William Blake
To Winter - William Blake
Infant Sorrow - William Blake
A Little Boy Lost - William Blake
My God! Oh Let Me Call Thee Mine - Anne Bronte
Call Me Away - Anne Bronte
Charlotte Bronte - Stanzas
Charlotte Bronte - Apostasy
If Grief For Grief Can Touch These - Emily Bronte
Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding - Emily Bronte
Last Lines - Emily Bronte
Thoughts On The Shape Of A Human Body - Rupert Brooke
Heaven - Rupert Brooke
Mutability - Rupert Brooke
Pine-Trees And The Sky - Rupert Brooke
Change Upon Change - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Chorus Of Eden Spirits - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Thought For A Lonely Death Bed - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Of Holiness Of Life - John Bunyan
He That Is Down Needs Fear No Fall - John Bunyan
Upon The Sacraments - John Bunyan
Ah Woe Is Me - Robert Burns
To A Gentleman - Robert Burns
Epitaph Willie - Robert Burns
Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father - Robert Burns
The Vampyre - Lord Byron
Cricket At Harrow - Lord Byron
I Would To Heaven That I Was So Much Clay - Lord Byron
To A Lady Who Presented to The Author A Lock Of Hair - Lord Byron
When We Two Parted - Lord Byron
The Mad Gardener's Song - Lewis Carroll
Turtle Soup - Lewis Carroll
First Love - John Clare
Pleasure's Past - John Clare
The Old Year - John Clare
I Am - John Clare
The Three Graves - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To An Infant - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Dungeon - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Tale Founded On A Fact Which Happened In January 1779 - William Cowper
Sweet Meat Has Sour Sauce or The Slave Trader In The Dumps - William Cowper
Mother And Poet - George Eliot
Sketches Among the Poor - Elizabeth Gaskell
The Village - Oliver Goldsmith
The Curse Upon Edward - Thomas Gray
Sonnet September 1922 - Ivor Gurney
Faith - George Herbert
Virtue - George Herbert
An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Saviour - Robert Herrick
His Meditation Upon Death - Robert Herrick
Epithalamion - Gerald Manley Hopkins
In The Valley Of The Elwy - Gerald Manley Hopkins
When Summer's End Is Nighing - A E Housman
The Lent Lilly By A E Houseman
The Welsh March - A E Houseman
Ode On A Grecian Urn
This Living Hand
To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent - John Keats
When I Have Fears - John Keats
November - John Keble
21st September 1870 - Charles Kingsley
New Heaven And Earth - DH Lawrence
The Pelican Chorus - Edward Lear
A Psalm Of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Aftermath - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The First Snowfall - James Russell Lowell
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love - Christopher Marlowe
The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships - Christopher Marlowe
On The Morning Of Christs Nativity - John Milton
On Shakespeare - John Milton
Elegy In April and September - Wilfred Owen
Anthem For Doomed Youth - Wildred Owen
from The Rape Of The Lock - Alexander Pope
August 1914 - Isaac Rosenberg
Trust Thou Thy Love - John Ruskin
Night - John Ruskin
The Last Smile - John Ruskin
Lochinvar - Walter Scott
My Native Land - Sir Walter Scott
Prepare Prepare - Thomas Shadwell
Nymphs And Shepherds - Thomas Shadwell
Dear Pretty Youth - Thomas Shadwell
Sonnet 18 - William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare
Sonnet 66 By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 13 - William Shakespeare
No Longer Mourn For Me - William Shakespeare
Autumn - A Dirge - Shelley
Love's Philosophy - Shelley
Such Such Is Death - Charles Sorley
When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead - Charles Sorley
Poems On The Slave Trade Sonnet III - Robert Southey
At The Zoo - William Makepeace Thackeray
The Mahogany Tree By William Makepeace Thackeray
No One So Much As You - Edward Thomas
Old Man - Edward Thomas
from 'The City Of Dreadful Night' - James Thomson
Hymn On Solitude - James Thomson
The Grave Of Shelley - Oscar Wilde
Endymon - Oscar Wilde
Sonnet To Liberty - Oscar Wilde
Strange Fits Of Passion Have I Known - William Wordsworth
Daffodils - William Wordsworth
I Travell'd Among Unknown Men - William Wordsworth
The Foresaken - William Wordsworth
Rugby Chapel, November 1857 - Matthew Arnold
Coldly, sadly descends
The autumn-evening. The field
Strewn with its dank yellow drifts
Of wither’d leaves, and the elms,
Fade into dimness apace,
Silent;—hardly a shout
From a few boys late at their play!
The lights come out in the street,
In the school-room windows—but cold,
Solemn, unlighted, austere,
Through the gathering darkness, arise
The chapel-walls, in whose bound
Thou, my father! art laid.
There thou dost lie, in the gloom
Of the autumn evening. But ah!
That word, gloom, to my mind
Brings thee back, in the light
Of thy radiant vigour, again;
In the gloom of November we pass’d
Days not dark at thy side;
Seasons impair’d not the ray
Of thy buoyant cheerfulness clear.
Such thou wast! and I stand
In the autumn evening, and think
Of bygone autumns with thee.
Fifteen years have gone round
Since thou arosest to tread,
In the summer-morning, the road
Of death, at a call unforeseen,
Sudden. For fifteen years,
We who till then in thy shade
Rested as under the boughs
Of a mighty oak, have endured
Sunshine and rain as we might,
Bare, unshaded, alone,
Lacking the shelter of thee.
O strong soul, by what shore
Tarriest thou now? For that force,
Surely, has not been left vain!
Somewhere, surely, afar,
In the sounding labour-house vast
Of being, is practised that strength,
Zealous, beneficient, firm!
Yes, in some far-shining sphere,
Conscious or not of the past,
Still thou performest the word
Of the Spirit in whom thou dost live
Prompt, unwearied, as here!
Still thou upraisest with zeal
The humble good from the ground,
Sternly repressest the bad!
Still, like a trumpet, dost rouse
Those who with half-open eyes
Tread the border-land dim
’Twixt vice and virtue; reviv’st,
Succourest!—this was thy work,
This was thy life upon earth.
What is the course of the life
Of mortal men on the earth?
Most men eddy about
Here and there—eat and drink,
Chatter and love and hate,
Gather and squander, are raised
Aloft, are hurl’d in the dust,
Striving blindly, achieving
Nothing; and then they die
Perish;—and no one asks
Who or what they have been,
More than he asks what waves,
In the moonlit solitudes mild
Of the midmost Ocean, have swell’d,
Foam’d for a moment, and gone.
And there are some, whom a thirst
Ardent, unquenchable, fires,
Not with the crowd to be spent,
Not without aim to go round
In an eddy of purposeless dust,
Effort unmeaning and vain.
Ah, yes! some of us strive
Not without action to die
Fruitless, but something to snatch
From dull oblivion, nor all
Glut the devouring grave!
We, we have chosen our path
Path to a clear-purposed goal,
Path of advance!—but it leads
A long, steep journey, through sunk
Gorges, o’er mountains in snow.
Cheerful, with friends, we set forth
Then, on the height, comes the storm.
Thunder crashes from rock
To rock, the cataracts reply,
Lightnings dazzle our eyes.
Roaring torrents have breach’d
The track, the stream-bed descends
In the place where the wayfarer once
Planted his footstep—the spray
Boils o’er its borders! aloft
The unseen snow-beds dislodge
Their hanging ruin; alas,
Havoc is made in our train!
Friends, who set forth at our side,
Falter, are lost in the storm.
We, we only are left!
With frowning foreheads, with lips
Sternly compress’d, we strain on,
On—and at nightfall at last
Come to the end of our way,
To the lonely inn ’mid the rocks:
Where the gaunt and taciturn host
Stands on the threshold, the wind
Shaking his thin white hairs
Holds his lantern to scan
Our storm-beat figures, and asks:
Whom in our party we bring?
Whom we have left in the snow?
Sadly we answer: We bring
Only ourselves! we lost
Sight of the rest in the storm.
Hardly ourselves we fought through,
Stripp’d, without friends, as we are.
Friends, companions, and train,
The avalanche swept from our side.
But thou would’st not alone
Be saved, my father! alone
Conquer and come to thy goal,
Leaving the rest in the wild.
We were weary, and we
Fearful, and we in our march
Fain to drop down and to die.
Still thou turnedst, and still
Beckonedst the trembler, and still
Gavest the weary thy hand.
If, in the paths of the world,
Stones might have wounded thy feet,
Toil or dejection have tried
Thy spirit, of that we saw
Nothing—to us thou wast still
Cheerful, and helpful, and firm!
Therefore to thee it was given
Many to save with thyself;
And, at the end of thy day,
O faithful shepherd! to come,
Bringing thy sheep in thy hand.
And through thee I believe
In the noble and great who are gone;
Pure souls honour’d and blest
By former ages, who else
Such, so soulless, so poor,
Is the race of men whom I see
Seem’d but a dream of the heart,
Seem’d but a cry of desire.
Yes! I believe that there lived
Others like thee in the past,
Not like the men of the crowd
Who all round me to-day
Bluster or cringe, and make life
Hideous, and arid, and vile;
But souls temper’d with fire,
Fervent, heroic, and good,
Helpers and friends of mankind.
Servants of God! or sons
Shall I not call you? because
Not as servants ye knew
Your Father’s innermost mind,
His, who unwillingly sees
One of his little ones lost
Yours is the praise, if mankind
Hath not as yet in its march
Fainted, and fallen, and died!
See! In the rocks of the world
Marches the host