Collected Poems

R Hart-Davis, 1950 - 572 pàgines

INTRODUCTION	23

LIGHT VERSE	52

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS	54

VI	62

XIII	68

O dull cold northern sky	74

XXI	78

The narrow lanes are vacant and wet	84

Fair Isle at Seathy lovely name	311

Man child or woman none from her	313

About my fields in the broad sun	315

What glory for a boy of ten	316

meanwhile in the populous house apart	317

These rings O my beloved pair	319

Ever perilous	320

As with heaped bees at hiving time	321

XXIX	90

have been well I have been ill	98

IN ENGLISH	111

In ancient tales O friend thy spirit dwelt	124

The year runs through her phases rain and sun	126

Who comes tonight? We ope the doors in vain	128

We see you as we see a face	129

I read dear friend in your dear face	130

If I have faltered more or less	131

Not yet my soul these friendly fields desert	134

It is not yours O mother to complain	135

O mother lay your hand on my brow	135

IN MEMORIAM F A S	135

Yet O stricken heart remember O remember	137

Peace and her huge invasion to these shores	138

With half a heart I wander here	139

I am a kind of farthing dip	140

Sing clearlier Muse or evermore be still	141

For love of lovely words and for the sake	142

My body which my dungeon is	143

Say not of me that weakly I declined	144

A mile an a bittock a mile or twa	150

Of a the ills that flesh can fear	173

THE SONG OF RAHÉRO	181

THE FEAST OF FAMINE	209

1	245

XXII	259

XXXI	266

Now bare to the beholders eye	305

Not roses to the rose I trow	309

You that are much a fisher in the pool	310

Fifteen men on the Dead Mans Chest	322

Here from the forelands of the tideless sea	323

Go little bookthe ancient phrase	324

You know the way to Arcady	325

Bells upon the city are ringing in the night	326

For laughing I very much vote	329

Blame me not that this epistle	330

Theres just a twinkle in your eye	332

Whether we like it or dont	333

Browning makes the verses	335

To her for I must still regard her	336

That was an evil day when I	337

We found him first as in the dells of May	338

Figure me to yourself I pray	341

Long time I lay in little ease	343

My wife and I in our romantic cot	344

At morning on the garden seat	345

Last night we had a thunderstorm in style	346

Thou strainest through the mountain fern	347

I O Henley in my hours of ease	348

My indefatigable pen	350

2	352

A CHILDS GARDEN OF VERSES	361

Of speckled eggs the birdie sings	368

Down by a shining water well	390

In the other gardens	404

The frozen peaks he once explored	425

XXXVI	512

As the single pang of the blow when the metal	563

77	565