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1913 · PDF PAGE 201

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

F . W . Stokoe . *MARY FORD AND JIMMY PRICE . A GHOST STORY. JIMMY Price was twelve, and played Where the chestnut cast a shade Near the crumbling house of God, Anno Domini, Nineteen Odd . Mary Ford , at twenty - five, Gave up pretending to be alive : This, says her tombstone under the tree, Happened in 1743 . Now , as Jimmy plays alone, All his pretty fellows gone Home to supper , home to bed , Mary rises from the dead. Just her very self again Mary rises , prim and plain . Jimmy, scared to death almost, Shut his eyes to hide the ghost . Mary …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 203

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…er mischief all day long ; Your pretty bodies , swift and free , Your shrilling voices , call to me . Oh Jimmy dear , will you away With Mary Ford to come and play ? That I may have you for my own , And never more be all alone ." And Mary stretched her arms to him , Till Jimmy shook in every limb ; He shook for pity , he shook for fear , He shook for love of his Mary dear . He loves her dear as she smiles to him , Poor Mary Ford , so plain and prim ; His eyes are all for Mary 's face , He longs for Mary 's still embrace ; He weeps and sighs and…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 204

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

F . W . Stokoe. As Jimmy's mother came seeking him He sobbed and moaned in the churchyard dim : “ Oh Mother , you've frightened poor Mary away , Poor Mary, who wanted so much to play . She was standing there by the old tombstone; And now poor Mary must play alone." So Jimmy Price went home to bed, And Mary joined the restless dead . THE MAD MAGICIAN . BUILT a palace , high up in air, Tower and gallery , hall and stair . 1 Marble I wrought in, iron and gold . Ever and ever this house will hold . When I had made it fair and strong I set it drifti…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 79

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…Chaldean Have bowed their royal knees Before the Galilean , The God of stars and seas , And tasted all the fervent grace That shone from Mary 's maiden face . That star of resurrection Still stands above the night ; Its portent of perfection Shall bring us all to light ; And by the peace of Mary 's prayers Our rapture stands , exceeding theirs .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 202

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…tch them playing till nightfall ; And when they ' ve left me , Jimmy dear , I feel so awful lonely here ." Jimmy opened his eyes again : Mary looked so prim and plain , He couldn 't really feel afraid To think she 'd watched them as they played . “ I had a young man once . When he ( Said Mary ) came a- courting me , I thought I knew what folk were after With all their tears and looks and laughter . 183

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1913 · PDF PAGE 180

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…er 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 Queen , Hungry jaws , a…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 244

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ge 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 Author ) " The Three Hills and other Poems ” Howard Latimer , Ltd . 225

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1913 · PDF PAGE 97

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

James Elroy Flecker. “ O Mary , not for this,” I cried , “ Didst thou renounce thy scented pride. Not for the roll of endless years Or fields of Joy undewed by tears Didst thou desert the courts of men . Tell me thy truth , grave Magdalen !" She trembled , and her eyes grew dim : “ For love of Him , for love of Him .” I ROSE FROM DREAMLESS HOURS . | ROSE from dreamless hours and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 96

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

James Elroy Flecker . MARY MAGDALEN . o EYES that strip the souls of men ! There came to me the Magdalen : Her blue robe with a cord was bound , Her hair with knotted ivy crowned . " Arise ," she said , " God calls for thee , Turned to new paths thy feet must be. Leave the fever and the feast, Leave the friend thou lovest best; For thou must walk in barefoot ways, On hills, where God is near to praise . Then answered I, “ Sweet Magdalen , God 's servant, once beloved of men , Why didst thou change old ways for new , Thy trailing red for corded …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 70

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ilver Christ . He hangs in anguish there ; the crown of thorns Pierces that palest brow ; the nails drip blood ; There is the wound ; no Mary by Him mourns , There is no John beside the cruel wood . I am alone to kiss the silver lips ; I rend my clothing for the temple 's veil ; My heart 's black night must act the sun 's eclipse ; My groans must play the earthquake , till I quail At my own dark imagining . And now The wind is bitterer ; the air breeds snow ; I put my Christ away ; I turn my brow Towards the south steadfastly : my feet must go …

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