Poems, 1914-1919

By Maurice Baring

"Poems, 1914-1919" by Maurice Baring
Maurice Baring was an English man of letters, known as a dramatist, poet, novelist, translator, and essayist, and also as a travel writer and war correspondent. Though he had an extensive writing career, this book focuses on the poems he penned over the course of a few years. The volume contains: In Memoriam A.H., Diffugere Nives, Julian Grenfell, Pierre, Icarus, Epitaph, August, Vita Nuova, Italy, Seville, Greece, Russia, A June Night in Russia, Harvest in Russia, Dostoyevsky, Beethoven, Mozart, Wagner, Shelley, Phèdre, The Wounded, Elegy on the Death of Juliet's Owl, and Le Prince Errant.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 4064066248116

Maurice Baring

Maurice Baring OBE (27 April 1874 – 14 December 1945) was an English man of letters, known as a dramatist, poet, novelist, translator and essayist, and also as a travel writer and war correspondent, with particular knowledge of Russia. During World War I, Baring served in the Intelligence Corps and Royal Air Force.

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Maurice Baring

Poems, 1914-1919

Published by Good Press, 2019

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EAN 4064066248116

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1915-1918 ἐν Τροίη ἀπόλοντο, ϕιλης ἀπὀ πατρίδος ἀίης

IN MEMORIAM, A.H.

DIFFUGERE NIVES, 1917

JULIAN GRENFELL

PIERRE

ICARUS

EPITAPH

AUGUST, 1918

POEMS WRITTEN BEFORE THE WAR

VITA NUOVA

ITALY

SEVILLE

GREECE

RUSSIA

A JUNE NIGHT IN RUSSIA

HARVEST IN RUSSIA

DOSTOYEVSKY

BEETHOVEN

MOZART

WAGNER

SHELLEY

PHÈDRE

THE WOUNDED

SONNETS: 1913-1914

I

II

III

IV

V

1914-1915

ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JULIET’S OWL

LE PRINCE ERRANT

1915–1918

ἐν Τροίη ἀπόλοντο, ϕιλης ἀπὀ πατρίδος ἀίης

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IN MEMORIAM, A.H.

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(Auberon Herbert, Captain Lord Lucas, R.F.C.; killed November 3, 1916.)

Νωμᾶται δ’έν ἀτρυγέτῳ χάει

The

wind had blown away the rain

That all day long had soaked the level plain.

Against the horizon’s fiery wrack,

The sheds loomed black.

And higher, in their tumultuous concourse met,

The streaming clouds, shot-riddled banners, wet

With the flickering storm,

Drifted and smouldered, warm

With flashes sent

From the lower firmament.

And they concealed—

They only here and there through rifts revealed

A hidden sanctuary of fire and light,

A city of chrysolite.

We looked and laughed and wondered, and I said:

That orange sea, those oriflammes outspread

Were like the fanciful imaginings

That the young painter flings

Upon the canvas bold,

Such as the sage and the old

Make mock at, saying