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Bessy Moore Bessy Moore

Bessy Moore
"My best wishes and respects to Mrs. Moore; she is beautiful. I may say so even to you, for I was never more struck with a countenance." That is Byron, writing to Tom Moore in 1812, when he had been married little more than a year--and Byron's opinion of woman's beauty is worth having. In the eight volumes of Tom's memoirs, worthily collected by his friend Lord John Russell, and in all the crowded stage of it, I see no figure shining in so sweet and clear a morning light as that of his little home-keeping wife, with her "wild, poetic... Essays - Post by : Jim_Symonds - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 3023

Church And The Man Church And The Man

Church And The Man
At our Peace Celebration the other day that happened which in my recollection never happened before. The entire village was in the parish church, sang Te Deum, prayed prelatical prayers, and shared Hymns Ancient and Modern. The Congregational Minister, in a black gown, read the Lesson, the Vicar, in surplice and stole, preached. All that in a village where more than half the people are Nonconformists, and done upon the mere motion of that particular section of us. No experience since the War has touched me more; and I believe it is strongly symptomatic. Akin to it was the streaming of... Essays - Post by : daxion - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2252

Dorian Modes Dorian Modes

Dorian Modes
Being known in these parts for a friendly soul, and trusted, moreover, I have fallen into the position among the peasantry which the parson used to hold, and does still when he takes the trouble to qualify for it. If I can't always tell them what to do I may be able to put them in the way of the man who can. One learns how to make a dictionary of life as one gets on in it. Another use which they can have of me: I can tell them how to put their requests or demands. They have no sense... Essays - Post by : kmorrell - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2224

A Hermitage In Sight A Hermitage In Sight

A Hermitage In Sight
I hope that I have secured for myself a haven, a yet more impenetrable shade than this, against the time when, having seen four generations of men, two behind and two beyond, I may consider in silence what is likely to be the end of it all. It is true that I am getting old, but I am not yet prepared for a lodge in the wilderness. My present house has a wall on the village street. The post-office is a matter of crossing the road; the church is at the bottom of a meadow. I like all that, because I... Essays - Post by : Fred_E - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1389

Change And The Peasantry Change And The Peasantry

Change And The Peasantry
A book which I shall never willingly be without, one of my minor classics, is Idlehurst. Published in 1898, its author John Halsham, it has a touch upon country things, the penetrating, pitiful and tant soit peu condescending touch upon them of one who is both scholar and recluse, fastidious but discerning. He reads our earth, cloudscape, landscape, season, foison, man and beast of the field, with the same wistfulness which women who have known sorrow exhibit for children who have not. Reading him again, however, last night, after the long interval of fever and unrest which the war has enforced,... Essays - Post by : realiconmedia - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1963

Round About A Preface Round About A Preface

Round About A Preface
The title has become equivocal, since there are more green shades in employment now than were dreamed of by Andrew Marvell. Science is a great maker of homophones, without respect for the poets. There is, for instance, the demilune of lined buckram borne by the weak-eyed on their foreheads, the phylactery of the have-beens--I lay myself open to be believed a cripple, or to look an old fool. A vivacious reviewer in Punch's "Booking Office," will have a vision of me as a babbling elder peering at society from below a green pent. However--I must risk it. It says exactly what... Essays - Post by : ikansewspel - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 821

The Village Wife's Lament The Village Wife's Lament

The Village Wife's Lament
Ii O what is this you've done to me, Or what have I done, That bare should be our fair roof-tree, And I all alone? 'Tis worse than widow I become More than desolate, To face a worse than empty home Without child or mate. 'Twas not my strife askt him his life When it was but begun,... Poems - Post by : jdbradshaw - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 3443

Dedication Of A Book Dedication Of A Book

Dedication Of A Book
To the Fountain of my long Dream, To the Chalice of all my Sorrow, To the Lamp held up, and the Stream Of Light that beacons the Morrow; To the Bow, the Quiver and Dart, To the Bridle-rein, to the Yoke Proudly upborne, to the Heart On Fire, to the Mercy-stroke; To Apollo herding his Cattle, To Proserpina grave in Dis; To the high Head in the Battle,... Poems - Post by : Jason_Rodriguez - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1890

Evening Mood Evening Mood

Evening Mood
Late, when the sun was smouldering down the west, She took my arm and laid her cheek to me; The fainting twilight held her, and I guess'd All she would tell, but could not let me see-- Wonder and joy, the rising of her breast, And confidence, and still expectancy.(The end)Maurice Hewlett's poem: Evening Mood... Poems - Post by : kos50 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1870

Snowy Night Snowy Night

Snowy Night
The snow lies deep, ice-fringes hem the thatch; I knock my shoes, my Love lifts me the latch, Shows me her eyes--O frozen stars, they shine Kindly! I clasp her. Quick! her lips are mine.(The end)Maurice Hewlett's poem: Snowy Night... Poems - Post by : Matt_Maiden - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1504

Spring On The Down Spring On The Down

Spring On The Down
When Spring blows o'er the land, and sunlight flies Across the hills, we take the upland way. I have her waist, the wooing wind her eyes And lips and cheeks. His kissing makes her gay As flowers. "Thou hast two lovers, O my dear," Say I; and she, "He takes what thou dost fear."(The end)Maurice Hewlett's poem: Spring On The Down... Poems - Post by : curley1 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2772

The Rosebud The Rosebud

The Rosebud
In June I brought her roses, and she cupt One slim bud in her hand and cherisht it, And put it to her mouth. Rose and she supt Each other's sweetness; but the flower was lit By her kind eyes, and glowed. Then in her breast She laid it blushing, warm and doubly blest.(The end)Maurice Hewlett's poem: Rosebud... Poems - Post by : bettyt456 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1466

Blue Iris Blue Iris

Blue Iris
Blue is the Adrian sea, and darkly blue The AEgean; and the shafted sun thro' them, That fishes grope to, gives the beamy hue Rayed from her iris's deep diadem.(The end)Maurice Hewlett's poem: Blue Iris... Poems - Post by : fmetx - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1770

The Chamber Idyll The Chamber Idyll

The Chamber Idyll
The blue night falleth, the moon Is over the hill; make fast, Fasten the latch, I am tired: come soon, Come! I would sleep at last In your bosom, my love, my love! The airy chamber above Has the lattice ajar, that night May breathe upon you and me, my love, And the moon bless our marriage-rite-- Come, lassy, to bed, to bed! The roof-thatch overhead Shall cover... Poems - Post by : profitsurfer - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2755

Cloister Thoughts Cloister Thoughts

Cloister Thoughts
(AT WESTMINSTER) Within these long gray shadows many dead Lie waiting: we wait with them. Do you believe That at the last the threadbare soul will give All his shifts over, and stand dishevelled, Naked in truth? Then we shall hear it said, "Ye two have waited long, daring to live Grimly through days tormented; now reprieve Awaiteth you with all these ancient dead!" The slope... Poems - Post by : Mexicurios - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 3678

Eye-service Eye-service

Eye-service
Meseems thine eyes are two still-folded lakes Wherein deep water reflects the guardian sky, Searching wherein I see how Heaven is nigh And our broad Earth at peace. So my Love takes My soul's thin hands and, chafing them, she makes My life's blood lusty and my life's hope high For the strong lips and eyes of Poesy, To hold the world well squandered for their sakes. I looked... Poems - Post by : acezapper - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1587

Wages Wages

Wages
Sometimes the spirit that never leaves me quite Taps at my heart when thou art in the way, Saying, Now thy Queen cometh: therefore pray, Lest she should see thee vile, and at the sight Shiver and fly back piteous to the light That wanes when she is absent. Then, as I may, I wash my soiled hands and muttering, say, Lord, make me clean; robe Thou me in Thy white!... Poems - Post by : adhoc - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1751

Lux E Tenebris Lux E Tenebris

Lux E Tenebris
I thank all Gods that I can let thee go, Lady, without one thought, one base desire To tarnish that clear vision I gained by fire, One stain in me I would not have thee know. That is great might indeed that moves me so To look upon thy Form, and yet aspire To look not there, rather than I should mire That winged Spirit that haunts and guards thy brow.... Poems - Post by : song_chengxiang - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 878

Hymnia-beatrix Hymnia-beatrix

Hymnia-beatrix
Before you pass and leave me gaunt and chill Alone to do what I have joyed in doing In your glad sight, suffer me, nor take ill If I confess you prize and me pursuing. As the rapt Tuscan lifted up his eyes Whither his Lady led, and lived with her, Strong in her strength, and in her wisdom wise, Love-taught with song to be her thurifer;... Poems - Post by : hdjepsen - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 1780

Dream Anguish Dream Anguish

Dream Anguish
My thought of thee is tortured in my sleep-- Sometimes thou art near beside me, but a cloud Doth grudge me thy pale face, and rise to creep Slowly about thee, to lap thee in a shroud; And I, as standing by my dead, to weep Desirous, cannot weep, nor cry aloud. Or we must face the clamouring of a crowd Hissing our shame; and I who ought to keep... Poems - Post by : macrobjd - Date : September 2011 - Author : Maurice Hewlett - Read : 2929