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INDEX TO AUTHORS. JOHN ALFORD , King' s ... ... E . N . DA C. ANDRADE , Emmanuel MARTIN D. ARMSTRONG , Pembroke ... .. FRANCIS Békássy , King's ... ... JOHN D'AUBRAY BELL , Gonville and Caius RUPERT BROOKE , King's ... ... ... RICHARD BUXTON , Trinity ... ... ... ARCHIBALD YOUNG CAMPBELL, St. John 's ... Amy K . CLARKE , Newnham ... ... ... FRANCES CORNFORD (née Darwin ) ... ... ALEISTER CROWLEY , Trinity ... ... ... NORMAN DAVEY, Clare ... ... ... JAMES ELROY FLECKER, Gonville and DERMOT FREYER, Trinity ... ARTHUR GRIMBLE , Magdalen ... H . L …
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Harold Monro. GOD . Characters . JOHN , a Wanderer . JOSCELYN , an Innkeeper . HENRY , a Farmer . CASPAR , a Sailor . ANDREA , a Soldier . DIVES, a Merchant . LAZARUS, a Beggar. LAZARILLO , a Thief . PROUT, a Judge. INNOCENT , a Catholic Priest . CAUSTIC , a Doctor of Medicine . JOSEPH , a Minister . GEOFFREY , a Poet . BERNARDO , a Philosopher . Scene : Outside Joscelyn 's inn on the high - road near a city . Tables and benches . Joscelyn is standing in the doorway . John approaches feebly along the road , and sinks down on one of the benches …
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… ... ... MARJORY MINES (née ROLFE ), Newnham HAROLD MONRO , Gonville and Caius VICTOR B. NEUBURG , Trinity GERALD H . S. PINSENT, King's JOHN PRESLAND , Girton ... ... A . V. RATCLIFFE , Sidney Sussex SAROJINI NAIDU , Girton ... ... Eric M . SILVANUS , King 's ... JEAN ISABEL SMITH , Newnham J. C. SQUIRE , St. John 's FRANK WOODYER STOKOE , Gonville and Caius AELFRIDA CATHARINE WETENHALL TILLYARD (Mrs . C. GRAHAM ) ... ... ... ... EDMUND VALE, St. John's ... ... OLWEN WARD (Mrs. ARCHIBALD CAMPBELL), Newnham ... ... ... ... ENID WELSFORD , Newnh…
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…HY . AELFRIDA TILLYARD (MRS . CONSTANTINE GRAHAM ). " To Malise , and other Poems " W . Heffer & Sons Ltd ., Cambridge EDMUND VALE , St. John's . “ Pixie Pool ” W . Heffer & Sons Ltd ., Cambridge ENID WELSFORD, Newnham . “ The Seagulls " and other Poems G . P . Putnam & Sons, London & New York ( The Knickerbocker Press ) Esmé C . WINGFIELD -STRATFORD , King 's. “ The Call of Dawn ” John Lane, London 226
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… Hell be but a figment of the brain ? Joseph . Jehovah comes to vengeance even now . Geoffrey . I sing for ever, though I sing in vain . John . Still , still I seek Him : all of you are wrong . He must exist . I cannot understand Why He withholds His countenance so long . Farewell . Joscelyn . Stay ! See , Bernardo is at hand . John . Bernardo ! Joy ! Come , herald of the dawn , Renowned Bernardo , whom men call the true ! The cloud shall lift . The veil shall be withdrawn . Hail , prophet , bail ! My spirit yearns for you . ( Bernardo enters .…
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BIBLIOGRAPHY . JOHN ALFORD , King 's. “ Poems ” The Poetry Bookshop, London MARTIN D . ARMSTRONG , Pembroke. “ Exodus and Other Poems ” Lynwood & Co., London RUPERT BROOKE , King's. “ Poems " Sidgwick and Jackson, London ARCHIBALD YOUNG CAMPBELL , St. John ' s. “ Poems” W . Heffer & Sons Ltd., Cambridge FRANCES CORNFORD (née DARWIN ). “ Poems ” The Priory Press , Hampstead “ Death and the Princess , a Morality ”. Bowes & Bowes , Cambridge ALEISTER CROWLEY , Trinity . “ Aceldama " Privately printed “ The Tale of Archais ” Kegan Paul , Trench , T…
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… , London VICTOR NEUBURG , Trinity. " The Green Garland " The Young Cambridge Press, Bedford “ The Triumph of Pan " The Equinox , London JOHN PRESLAND ” Girton . " Joan of Arc " Simpkin Marshall & Co ., London “ Mary Queen of Scots " Chatto & Windus " The Deluge," etc . Chatto & Windus “ Manin and the Defence of Venice ". Chatto & Windus A. V. RATCLIFFE , Sidney Sussex . “ Poems " Privately printed “ A Broken Friendship " Erskin e Macdonald , London J. C. SQUIRE , St. John 's. “ Poems and Baudelarie Flowers " Frank Palmer ( Suppressed by the Au…
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…od ? Joscelyn . By God, I cannot tell you . If your tale Be true, ' tis strange and terrible indeed . My only business is to sell my ale John . Have you no Church and no religious Creed ? Joscelyn . Church ! On the sabbath , surely . In the week I earn my bread . God knows , I cannot spare An hour - John ( looking up the road ). Ah, who is this ? I'll make him speak ! Joscelyn . ' Tis Farmer Henry coming from the fair . See , man ! To help you , this is what I'll do You ' re lame and dreary , but I like you well ; So you shall make my clients '…
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JOHN PRESLAND . THE BALLAD OF A SEA -NYMPH . HERE the water meets the sands All alone sat she, Wrung her hair with chilly hands That glimmered mistily . Phosphorescent were the drips From her hair she wrung , And like moonlight on her lips Were the words she sung. White she was, as white as foam 'Neath a moonlit sky, And the treasures of her home On her brow did lie . There he found her , he , a man , Wandering by the sea , And desire through him ran Misty white was she . There he wooed her , wooed her long , Till , within her eyes , Where were…
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John Presland . Till this creature of the sea At the last became Human , in her misery, Joy and pride and shame . With a word he left her there ; “ Woman that you are , Mystery attracts us men Draws us from afar. Sea -nymph as you were, a thing Intangible , unknown , Like the light the sunbeams fling , Where the spray is blown . Sea -nymph have you ceased to be, Forfeited the whole Of that moonlight poetry Cherished by man 's soul . Still we seek the dim ideal As the moth the star , How for women can we feel That our seekings bar ? " Where the …
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John Alford . But the bloom of the vale is vanished And wan is the winter 's brow , 0 let not songs be banished From your lips now , For we have need of your voices , Need of the fire of your lays, When none but the prophet rejoices Who counts not the days. Arise ye bards, that ye quicken The pulse of our soul, that the strong In your music be stronger , the stricken Take heart in your song ! HOAR FROST. AIRIES in the night have been , T With the moon alone to see , And about the ivy's green Wrought a silver filigree ; Bound the jasmin to the w…
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John Alford . Lo, when it shall happen that I am like to die , I shall take me to the top of a mighty mountain at the time of the low sun, And I shall look across the valleys that I have known And shall see the hills that are against me bathed in gold light. And I shall be glad of life, and that the time has come when I may know her whom I have so long desired . And when the sun is no more , my body shall be blown to the four corners of the earth . But I shall be free to mingle with her whom I love . I shall be one for ever with the uttermost p…
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JOHN ALFORD , THE SINGERS. THERE 'S a mist on the land , low Aying O' er cottage and meadow and pen , And a wind in the eaves is crying From over the fen . Fallen the treasure of beeches And naked the tangle of thorn , And the bare boughs make sad speeches And sighings forlorn . There 's death in the marshes reeking And death in the arm of the air , And our hearths to the mists are leaking And no warmth there . Sweet ye bards was the singing Of magical numbers ye made When summer her bounty was Ainging O’ er forest and glade . And we hearing fo…
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John Presland. From her forehead pushed her hair Drooping wearily , Shivered by the water there : “ Oh , soul's a curse ! ” said she. RIZZIO 'S SONG . From " Mary , Queen of Scots .” W HAT are roses for, my Queen , w White and crimson , leafed with green ? What are flowers for , bud and leaf ? Just to deck the brows of Love , An hour brief , an hour brief . What is life for, O my Queen , With its days of shade and sheen , Morn 's and evening 's pageantry ? Just to glad the eyes of Love , Quick to see , quick to see . What is death for , O my Qu…
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John Presland . Mortal pain and mortal doubt, Shades of misery , And she turned her round about , Facing from the sea. In his hand her hand she laid , As to land they turned , And her hand of sea -foam made . 'Neath his fingers burned . On they went, then , he and she , Walking towards the East ! And her sisters of the sea Their bewailing ceased . As it paled towards the dawn, From the light they filed ; But she laughed with joy new - born , " Is this life ? ” she said . There was labour of the day , Dust upon her feet , Scorching of the shadel…
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…n J. E. FLECKER , Gonville and Caius . “ 42 Poems " Dent , London “ The Golden Journey to Samarkand " Goschen , London G. LEATHEM , St . John 's. “ Song of the Double Star ” David Nutt , London MARJORIE MINES ( née ROLFE ), Newnham . “ Poems " A. C. Fifield , London HAROLD MONRO , Gonville and Caius . “ Poems " Constable , London “ The Evolution of the Soul ” Constable , London “ Judas ” Sampson Low , Marston & Co ., London 224
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…mmerging in the everlasting One , Who was the dayspring and who is the day . Joscelyn . Good poet , cease , and quaff some ale with me . John . You have not said who raised me from the sod . Henry . Your speech is rank and hellish blasphemy . Caspar . Nay , nay ,- and yet it surely is not God . Andrea . It's God perchance — but of some other nation . Dives . It's nothing better than a poet 's dream . Lazarus . It is not Christ . Lazarillo . It's empty declamation . Prout . It's harmless fustian – ' tis how matters seem . 145
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John Alford. Then with nimble hands and quick , At the coming of the dawn, Generously have sprinkled thick Pearls and diamonds on the lawn. ODE ON NIGHT. Do you know the soul of night ? It is more unfathomable than the mind of a woman , It is more beautiful than her body . For night is as strong as a virgin in the prime of her womanhood , She is as tender as a mother with her babe at breast. My soul was aflame for her love . I went out to her and reached up but was unworthy . I strove for her as a river that strives towards a wide ocean . I cau…
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G . LEATHEM . A FELLOW OF ST. JOHN 'S ON THE BEAUTY OF MATHEMATICS. (From the “ Don ''). " CAMBRIDGE indeed is beautiful,” he said, “ And only those who live here all their lives Passing their days in quiet harmony With the old walls , can know its charm to the full . And is it chance that mathematics here Has found its chiefest home ? From Newton down , Our greatest have preferred old x and y To the haunting music of Euripedes . Who live mid beauty , still must beauty seek . And Mathematics just for beauty 's sake We follow ." " Come , you sur…
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John Alford . A short while ago I was sore stricken in the long and insistent battle . But she in her mercy tended me. She washed my wounds with the waters of evening , Tending them with touches as soft as the breath of the south wind . She healed them with ointments distilled from the She heavent of the stars.eturned to thebasic of her And in the morning I returned to the battle , Glorifying night with praises of the magic of her healing . Yesterday I was troubled with the words of men , For they had denied the beauty and the sanctity of all t…