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    Oxford Poetry, 1917
    Oxford Poetry, 1917
    Oxford Poetry, 1917
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    Oxford Poetry, 1917

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    This is an anthology of poetry that features a collection of poems by various Oxford students and graduates, including Robert Graves, A. L. Huxley, and Elizabeth Rendall. The volume is part of the larger "Oxford Poetry Series," which includes previous volumes from 1910-1916.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 6, 2019
    ISBN4064066233440
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      Oxford Poetry, 1917 - Good Press

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      Oxford Poetry, 1917

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066233440

      Table of Contents

      P. BLOOMFIELD

      SECOND-BEST

      M. ST. CLARE BYRNE

      FAVETE LINGUIS

      J. E. A. CARVER

      TINTAGIL

      EUGENE PARKER CHASE

      ON SUSSEX DOWNS

      W. R. CHILDE

      THE LAST ABBOT OF GLOUCESTER

      THE GOTHIC ROSE

      GERALD H. CROW

      AD DOMINAM SUAM MARIAM VIRGINEM

      DESIDERIO DESIDERAVI

      HUMILITY

      D. N. DALGLISH

      OTMOOR

      E. C. DICKINSON

      A CHILD'S VOICE

      RIVER SONG

      E. R. DODDS

      MEASURE

      C. J. DRUCE

      THE MEETING

      T. W. EARP

      THE CANAL

      SOLITUDE

      U. ELLIS-FERMOR

      SED MILES...

      JOAN EVANS

      THE HAMADRYAD

      FLORA FORSTER

      DUCKLINGTON

      L. GIELGUD

      SUMMER DEVILRY

      ROBERT GRAVES

      DOUBLE RED DAISIES

      DEAD COW FARM

      RUSSELL GREEN

      DE MUNDO

      MERCY HARVEY

      SONG

      H. C. HARWOOD

      CALL OF THE DEAD

      RETURN

      E. E. ST. L. HILL

      DIFFIDENCE

      A. L. HUXLEY

      L'APRÈS-MIDI D'UN FAUNE

      C. R. JURY

      LOVE

      SONNET

      CHAMAN LALL

      THIRTY YEARS AFTER

      M. LEIGH

      TWO EPITAPHS

      E. H. W. MEYERSTEIN

      THE FINGER

      LONDON

      EVAN MORGAN

      IN OLDEN DAYS

      A SERENADE

      F. ST. V. MORRIS

      LAST POEM

      ROBERT NICHOLS

      THE MAN OF HONOUR

      ELIZABETH RENDALL

      MY SOUL IS AN INFANTA

      D. L. SAYERS

      FAIR EREMBOURS

      H. SIMPSON

      THERE ARE QUANTITIES OF THINGS...

      E. E. SMITH

      THE VOYAGE

      L. A. G. STRONG

      THE MAD MAN

      THE BAIT-DIGGER'S SON

      D. E. A. WALLACE

      SONNET IN CONTEMPT OF DEATH

      LEO WARD

      THE LAST COMMUNION

      P. BLOOMFIELD

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      (BALLIOL)

      SECOND-BEST

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      I would sail all alone up the stream,

      Since you are far away, dear brother;

      I would sail alone, and rather dream

      Of you, than change thoughts with another.

      Now May is come so beautiful, so blue,

      And the chestnuts and the willows are green

      Again ... then, since I may not be near you,

      Dear brother, let me sail alone, unseen,

      'Neath the overhanging buds, past rushes

      Where the white, graceful swan sits on her nest,

      Hear the song of the ripples and thrushes

      And be with solitude ... the second-best.

      All alone up the stream would I sail,

      Think of your smile, and your voice, and eyes,

      Fear you were out of a fairy-tale,

      Paint your vision, brother, in the skies.

      M. ST. CLARE BYRNE

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      (SOMERVILLE)

      FAVETE LINGUIS

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      There are few people, being by,

      That leave me peacefully to lie:

      Mostly their restless brains, or mine,

      Seek each the other to divine:

      Silence, that rightfully should be

      Clear-hearted as a stretch of sea

      That runs far inland, luminous,

      To rest in still shades verdurous,

      Becomes instead a thwarted thing,

      With only waywardness to

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