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    Oxford Poetry, 1921
    Oxford Poetry, 1921
    Oxford Poetry, 1921
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    Oxford Poetry, 1921

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    "Oxford Poetry, 1921" by Various is an American poetry compilation series. Some prominent poets who contributed are
    F. N. W. Bateson (Trinity); Trespassers, Louis Golding; Ploughman at the Plough and Portrait of an Artist, Robert Graves; Unicorn and the White Doe, Alan Porter; Introduction to a Narrative Poem, among others.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateMay 19, 2021
    ISBN4064066183608
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      Oxford Poetry, 1921 - Good Press

      Oxford Poetry, 1921

      Published by Good Press, 2021

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066183608

      Table of Contents

      F. N. W. BATESON

      TRESPASSERS

      EDMUND BLUNDEN

      THE WATERMILL

      THE SCYTHE

      THE TIME IS GONE

      THE SOUTH-WEST WIND

      THE CANAL

      THE MARCH BEE

      LOUIS GOLDING

      PLOUGHMAN AT THE PLOUGH

      PORTRAIT OF AN ARTIST

      SHEPHERD SINGING RAGTIME (For F. V. Branford)

      GHOSTS GATHERING

      SILVER-BADGED WAITER

      ROBERT GRAVES

      CYNICS AND ROMANTICS

      UNICORN AND THE WHITE DOE

      SULLEN MOODS

      HENRY AND MARY

      ON THE RIDGE

      A LOVER SINCE CHILDHOOD

      ROSALEEN GRAVES

      NIGHT-SOUNDS

      ‘A STRONGER THAN HE SHALL COME UPON HIM...’

      COLOUR

      BERTRAM HIGGINS (B.N.C.)

      WHITE MAGIC

      RICHARD HUGHES

      THE SINGING FURIES

      THE SERMON (Wales 1920) .

      TRAMP

      GRATITUDE

      JUDY

      THE RUIN

      ALAN PORTER

      INTRODUCTION TO A NARRATIVE POEM

      SUMMER BATHING

      COUNTRY CHURCHYARD

      MUSEUM

      LOST LANDS

      FRANK PREWETT

      EDGELL RICKWORD

      COMPLAINT OF A TADPOLE CONFINED IN A JAM-JAR

      REGRET FOR THE DEPOPULATION OF RURAL DISTRICTS

      COMPLAINT AFTER PSYCHO-ANALYSIS

      DESIRE

      TRENCH POETS

      WINTER PROPHECIES

      F. N. W. BATESON

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      TRESPASSERS

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      Gauntly outlined, white and still,

      Three haystacks peer above the hill;

      Three aged rakes thrust sprawlingly

      Fantastic tendons to the sky.

      In the void and dismal yard

      Farmer’s dog keeps rasping guard,

      Challenging night’s trespassers,

      The solemn legions of the stars;

      Growling ignominious scorn

      At Cancer and at Capricorn.

      The yellow stars, serene and prim,

      Tolerantly stare at him.

      EDMUND BLUNDEN

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      THE WATERMILL

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      I’ll rise at midnight and I’ll rove

      Up the hill and down the drove

      That leads to the old unnoticed mill,

      And think of one I used to love:

      There stooping to the hunching wall

      I’ll stare into the rush of stars

      Or bubbles that the waterfall

      Brings forth and breaks in ceaseless wars.

      The shelving hills have made a fourm

      Where the mill holdings shelter warm,

      And here I came with one I loved

      To watch the seething millions swarm.

      But long ago she grew a ghost

      Though walking with me every day;

      Even when her beauty burned me most

      She to a spectre dimmed away—

      Until though cheeks all morning-bright

      And black eyes gleaming life’s delight

      And singing voice dwelt in my sense,

      Herself paled on my inward sight.

      She grew one whom deep waters glassed.

      Then in dismay I hid from her,

      And lone by talking brooks at last

      I found a Love still lovelier.

      O lost in tortured days of France!

      Yet still the moment comes like chance

      Born in the stirring midnight’s sigh

      Or in

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