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Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.Excerpt from Confessional: And Other Poems Mr. Wilfrid Thorley s verses, therefore, must await their rhapsodist, but are very proper for his ministry when he comes. If I were asked to justify such share as I may have had in their publication, I should point the challenger to page 61, and say, without faltering, that the writer of the Chant for Reapers is a true poet, whose true feeling cannot be otherwise expressed. Mr. Thorley has achieved there a beautiful rhythm, quite original in our tongue. He has obtained, without straining his English in the least, much of the quality of Latin Elegiacs, rendering it, so to speak, rather than imitating it, by getting the lovely reluctance of the pentameter in the fourth line of his stanza rather than in every other line. So far he has succeeded; but in that he has steeped the whole in that wistful melancholy which is of the essence of the real pagan religion, he has produced a poem, and a beautiful poem. It is, perhaps, the core of his book; it is, perhaps the nearest that he can get to self-revelation; for elsewhere he has to tell of struggle anddoubt, of defeat and surrender: the world be sets him, and he hopes or despairs of the battle. Here he seems to me to have reached, for the moment, a time of truce. He can stand up in the midst of his reaping, with the cut corn behind him, and the standing corn still to be harvested - stand up and wonder, and say his prayers. There is melancholy in this chant, but not despair; and there is piety in it. It is inseparable from its music, and its music haunts the bearer, and sets him praying too. Others of his pagan chants are beautiful, but not quite so beautiful as this. The Dead Dryad, on page 52, is an elegy accomplished in versifica tion, clearly visualised, and perfectly sincere. The poet finds her in a wood, with a wounded side, dead, but newly dead. He muses upon her pure beauties, tells them over tenderly, hymns her functions in our life and her own, and mourns her undoing. The whole is done as delicately as may be, but in a verse whose structure and strength need not shirk com parison with that of Mr. Swinburne, from whom probably it was derived. Mr. Thorley need not, and will not, take shame from that. All poets are inspired by their brothers, but they add to what they take; and so the lute ishanded on from generation to generation. It is not given to every man to stray into Arcady. A poet may go through this troublesome world from his cradle to his grave and not know that the dryads also live and die you may say it is a habit of mind or a habit of body that wins you the familiarity of these spirits of natural fact. Whatever it be, your state is the more gracious for it, and there is no doubt at all in my mind but that Mr. Thorley possesses it. I consider these two poems great gain to our ledge on Parnassus. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from Confessional: And Other Poems Mr. Wilfrid Thorley's verses, therefore, must await their rhapsodist, but are very proper for his ministry when he comes. If I were asked to justify such share as I may have had in their publication, I should point the challenger to page 61, and say, without faltering, that the writer of the Chant for Reapers is a true poet, whose true feeling cannot be otherwise expressed. Mr. Thorley has achieved there a beautiful rhythm, quite original in our tongue. He has obtained, without straining his English in the least, much of the quality of Latin Elegiacs, rendering it, so to speak, rather than imitating it, by getting the lovely reluctance of the pentameter in the fourth line of his stanza rather than in every other line. So far he has succeeded; but in that he has steeped the whole in that wistful melancholy which is of the essence of the real pagan religion, he has produced a poem, and a beautiful poem. It is, perhaps, the core of his book; it is, perhaps the nearest that he can get to self-revelation; for elsewhere he has to tell of struggle anddoubt, of defeat and surrender: the world be sets him, and he hopes or despairs of the battle. Here he seems to me to have reached, for the moment, a time of truce. He can stand up in the midst of his reaping, with the cut corn behind him, and the standing corn still to be harvested - stand up and wonder, and say his prayers. There is melancholy in this chant, but not despair; and there is piety in it. It is inseparable from its music, and its music haunts the bearer, and sets him praying too. Others of his pagan chants are beautiful, but not quite so beautiful as this. The Dead Dryad, on page 52, is an elegy accomplished in versifica tion, clearly visualised, and perfectly sincere. The poet finds her in a wood, with a wounded side, dead, but newly dead. He muses upon her pure beauties, tells them over tenderly, hymns her functions in our life and her own, and mourns her undoing. The whole is done as delicately as may be, but in a verse whose structure and strength need not shirk com parison with that of Mr. Swinburne, from whom probably it was derived. Mr. Thorley need not, and will not, take shame from that. All poets are inspired by their brothers, but they add to what they take; and so the lute ishanded on from generation to generation. It is not given to every man to stray into Arcady. A poet may go through this troublesome world from his cradle to his grave and not know that the dryads also live and die you may say it is a habit of mind or a habit of body that wins you the familiarity of these spirits of natural fact. Whatever it be, your state is the more gracious for it, and there is no doubt at all in my mind but that Mr. Thorley possesses it. I consider these two poems great gain to our ledge on Parnassus. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Hardcover, Label: Forgotten Books, Forgotten Books, Product group: Book, Published: 2018-01-26, Studio: Forgotten Books.

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Excerpt from Confessional: And Other Poems Mr. Wilfrid Thorley's verses, therefore, must await their rhapsodist, but are very proper for his ministry when he comes. If I were asked to justify such share as I may have had in their publication, I should point the challenger to page 61, and say, without faltering, that the writer of the Chant for Reapers is a true poet, whose true feeling cannot be otherwise expressed. Mr. Thorley has achieved there a beautiful rhythm, quite original in our tongue. He has obtained, without straining his English in the least, much of the quality of Latin Elegiacs, rendering it, so to speak, rather than imitating it, by getting the lovely reluctance of the pentameter in the fourth line of his stanza rather than in every other line. So far he has succeeded; but in that he has steeped the whole in that wistful melancholy which is of the essence of the real pagan religion, he has produced a poem, and a beautiful poem. It is, perhaps, the core of his book; it is, perhaps the nearest that he can get to self-revelation; for elsewhere he has to tell of struggle anddoubt, of defeat and surrender: the world be sets him, and he hopes or despairs of the battle. Here he seems to me to have reached, for the moment, a time of truce. He can stand up in the midst of his reaping, with the cut corn behind him, and the standing corn still to be harvested - stand up and wonder, and say his prayers. There is melancholy in this chant, but not despair; and there is piety in it. It is inseparable from its music, and its music haunts the bearer, and sets him praying too. Others of his pagan chants are beautiful, but not quite so beautiful as this. The Dead Dryad, on page 52, is an elegy accomplished in versifica tion, clearly visualised, and perfectly sincere. The poet finds her in a wood, with a wounded side, dead, but newly dead. He muses upon her pure beauties, tells them over tenderly, hymns her functions in our life and her own, and mourns her undoing. The whole is done as delicately as may be, but in a verse whose structure and strength need not shirk com parison with that of Mr. Swinburne, from whom probably it was derived. Mr. Thorley need not, and will not, take shame from that. All poets are inspired by their brothers, but they add to what they take; and so the lute ishanded on from generation to generation. It is not given to every man to stray into Arcady. A poet may go through this troublesome world from his cradle to his grave and not know that the dryads also live and die you may say it is a habit of mind or a habit of body that wins you the familiarity of these spirits of natural fact. Whatever it be, your state is the more gracious for it, and there is no doubt at all in my mind but that Mr. Thorley possesses it. I consider these two poems great gain to our ledge on Parnassus. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Hardcover, Label: Forgotten Books, Forgotten Books, Product group: Book, Published: 2018-01-26, Studio: Forgotten Books.

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Excerpt from Confessional: And Other Poems Two things are demanded by his generation of the man who publishes a volume of poems: first that what he has to say be inexpressible in prose; next that his poesy be music. Not his philosophy, nor his fancy, nor his invention, nor his learning will help him without those. In these days prose has finally become, by degrees too various to summarise here, so fluid and relaxed that you can almost write sonnets in it; and, as for music, the rooted habit of reading poetry instead of hearing it read has made rhythm and rhyme rather a hindrance to it than a gain. The whole of modern practice is against them. The only rhapsodists left to us are the actors, and of these there are but enough to fill the fingers who allow for the added effect which rhythm or rhyme, or both, may give to the lines which they declaim. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www. forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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