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    Poems

    By Theodore Maynard

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    This work is a collection of fascinating poems by English poet Theodore Maynard. Throughout the book, the beautiful sentiment of color runs like a thread, and there is barely a poem that does not repeat it. This may be because Mr. Maynard's whole motivation was the resurrection of the Middle Ages, as was common during his period. These are well-expressed poems with charming explanations comprising of several themes such as principles of life, color, spirituality, supernatural, and many more interesting ones. In his poem, "Apocalypse," Maynard pictures a new supernatural world that would be more colorful and positive than the natural and not weaker and emptier. The collection also contains two important poems, one being the sequel to the other, namely, "To a Bad Atheist," a sequel to "To a Good Atheist." Theodore Maynard (1890–1956) was an English poet, literary critic, and historian. Although he regarded himself mainly as a poet, during his lifetime, he was famous and more influential as a historian of Roman Catholicism, particularly in the United States.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateJun 2, 2022
    ISBN8596547037774
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