Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO PERCY BUCK, by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Folk alien to the muse have hemm'd us round Last Line: Beside me, listening in the chancel-aisle. Alternate Author Name(s): Bridges, Robert+(2) Subject(s): Buck, Percy Carter (1871-1947); Harrow, England; Music & Musicians | ||||||||
Folk alien to the Muse have hemm'd us round And fiends have suck'd our blood: our best delight Is poison'd, and the year's infective blight Hath made almost a silence of sweet sound. But you, what fortune, Percy, have you found At Harrow? doth fair hope your toil requite? Doth beauty win her praise and truth her right, Or hath the good seed fal'n on stony ground? Ply the art ever nobly, single-soul'd Like Brahms, or as you ruled in Wells erewhile, -- Nor yet the memory of that zeal is cold -- Where lately I, who love the purer style, Enter'd and felt your spirit as of old Beside me, listening in the chancel-aisle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE POWER OF MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |
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