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    Victoria’s reign was long and presided over the restless expansion of the British Empire together with realms of creative genius. Within these volumes we can bring only a glimpse of the richness, beauty and words of the Victorian poets and their musings on this remarkable age. Many are world renowned – Tennyson, Browning, Arnold, Kipling, Austin, Hopkins, Hardy and Swinburne . Some almost forgotten – Patmore, Newbolt, Synge. And some barely noted – Lyall, Meynell and Meredith. But together they encompass a great poetical age. There is also a companion audio version available at Amazon, iTunes and other fine digital stores.

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    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateOct 1, 2014
    ISBN9781783943791
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      The Victorian Poets - Copyright Group

      The Victorian Poets

      Victoria’s reign was long and presided over the restless expansion of the British Empire together with realms of creative genius.  Within these volumes we can bring only a glimpse of the richness, beauty and words of the Victorian poets and their musings on this remarkable age.

      Many are world renowned – Tennyson, Browning, Arnold, Kipling, Austin, Hopkins, Hardy and Swinburne   

      Some almost forgotten – Patmore, Newbolt, Synge.  And some barely noted – Lyall, Meynell and Meredith.  But together they encompass a great poetical age. 

      There is also a companion audio version available at Amazon, iTunes and other fine digital stores.

      Index Of Poems

      Matthew Arnold - The Austerity Of Poetry

      Matthew Arnold - The Last Word

      Matthew Arnold - Longing

      Matthew Arnold - Human Life

      Matthew Arnold - Youth and Calm

      Matthew Arnold - Dover Beach

      Alfred Austin - The Passing Of The Century

      Alfred Austin - Forgiveness

      Alfred Austin - In Sutton Woods

      Alfred Austin - Spiritual Love

      Alfred Austin - A Farewell To Youth

      Aubrey Beardsley - The Three Musicians, The First Version

      Aubrey Beardsley - The Three Musicians, The Published Version

      Elizabeth Barrett Browning - How Do I Love Thee

      Elizabeth Barrett Browning - The Autumn

      Elizabeth Barrett Browning - To My Father On His Birthday

      Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Change Upon Change

      Elizabeth Barrett Browning - My Heart & I

      Robert Browning - Now

      Robert Browning - Among The Rocks

      Robert Browning - The Pied Piper Of Hamelin

      William Scawen Blunt - The Idlers Calender - April - Trout Fishing

      Wilford Scawen Blunt - The Idlers Calender - June

      Wilfred Scawen Blunt - The Idlers Calendar  - December

      Lewis Carroll - Jabberwocky

      Lewis Carroll - The Walrus & The Carpenter

      Lewis Carroll - Humpty Dumpty Recitation

      GK Chesterton - The Rolling English Road

      GK Chesterton - The Convert

      Ernest Christopher Dowson - If We Must Part

      Ernest Christopher Dowson  - Amor Profanus

      George Eliot - Mother And Poet

      Elizabeth Gaskell - Sketches Among the Poor

      Thomas Hardy - At The Entering Of The New Year

      Thomas Hardy - Rome - Building A New Street, April 1887

      Thomas Hardy - A Broken Appointment

      Thomas Hardy - At The Royal Academy

      Thomas Hardy - The Dead Man Walking

      William Ernest Henley - Between The Dusk Of Summer

      Gerald Manley Hopkins - May Magnificat

      Gerard Manley Hopkins - Spring

      Gerald Manley Hopkins - Ash Boughs

      Gerald Manley Hopkins - Epithalamion

      Gerald Manley Hopkins - My Prayer Must Meet A Brazen Heaven

      AE Houseman - When I Was One And Twenty

      AE Housman - When Summer's End Is Nighing

      Omar Khayam - The Ruibyat

      Charles Kingsley September 21 1870

      Rudyard Kipling - The Way Through The Woods

      Rudyard Kipling - Home Thoughts From Abroad

      Rudyard Kipling - Mandalay

      Rudyard Kipling - Cuckoo Song

      Rudyard Kipling - The Egg Shell

      Rudyard Kipling - The Mother's Son

      Rudyard Kipling - Our Fathers Also

      Edward Lear - The Owl And The Pussycat

      Edward Lear - The Jumblies

      Edward Lear - The Table And The Chair

      Edward Lear - The Quangle Wangle's Hat

      Sir A C Lyall - Badmington

      Thomas Babbington Macaulay - Lines Written In August

      James Clarence Mangan - The Nameless One

      George Meredith - Sonnet 29

      George Meredith - Winter Heavens

      Alice Meynell - In February

      Alice Meynell - Maternity

      Alice Meynell - In Autumn

      William Morris - The Doomed Ship

      William Morris - A Garden By The Sea

       William Morris - The Message Of The March Wind

      Henry Newbolt - Vitai Lampada

      William Topaz McGonagall - Beautiful Balmoral

      Coventry Patmore - The Toys

      Coventry Patmore – The Unknown Eros

      Christina Rossetti - Remember

      Christina Rossetti - Sonnets Are Full Of Love

      Christina Rossetti - A Birthday

      Christina Rossetti - The City Mouse And The Country Mouse

      Christina Rossetti - Who Has Seen The Wind

      Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Sea Limits

      Dante Gabriel Rossetti - On The Road To Waterloo

      Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Kiss

      John Ruskin - Night

      John Ruskin - Trust Thou Thy Love

      John Ruskin - The Last Smile

      William Bell Scott - The Fallen Leaf

      Algernon Charles Swinburne - A Ballad Of Death

      Algernon Charles Swinburne - A Match

      Algernon Charles Swinburne - To A Cat

      Algernon Charles Swinburne - The Year Of The Rose

      John Millington Synge - Queens

      Alfred Lord Tennyson - Ring Out Wild Bells

      Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Charge Of The Light Brigade

      Alfred Lord Tennyson - Two Extracts From The Princess

      Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Eagle

      Alfred Lord Tennyson - Spring

      Alfred Lord Tennyson - Summer Night

      Alfred Lord Tennyson - Crossing The Bar

      William Makepeace Thackeray - At The Zoo

      William Makepeace Thackeray - The Mahogany Tree

      James Thomson BV - In The Train

      James Thomson BV- from 'The City Of Dreadful Night'

      Augusta Davies Webster - The Sea Maids Song

      Augusta Davies Webster - The Winds Tidings In August 1870

      Oscar Wilde - In The Forest

      Oscar Wilde - from The Ballad Of Reading Gaol

      WB Yeats - The Wheel

      WB Yeats - He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

      WB Yeats - Sailing To Byzantium

      WB Yeats - The Mother Of God

      WB Yeats - A Man Young and Old

      Matthew Arnold - The Austerity Of Poetry

      That son of Italy who tried to blow,

      Ere Dante came, the trump of sacred song,

      In his light youth amid a festal throng

      Sate with his bride to see a public show.

      Fair was the bride, and on her front did glow   

      Youth like a star; and what to youth belong,

      Gay raiment, sparkling gauds, elation strong.

      A prop gave way! crash fell a platform! lo,

      Mid struggling sufferers, hurt to death, she lay!

      Shuddering they drew her garments off—and found        

      A robe of sackcloth next the smooth, white skin.

      Such, poets, is your bride, the Muse! young, gay,

      Radiant, adorn’d outside; a hidden ground

      Of thought and of austerity within.

      Matthew Arnold - The Last Word

      Creep into thy narrow bed,

      Creep, and let no more be said!

      Vain thy onset! all stands fast.

      Thou thyself must break at last.

      Let the long contention cease!

      Geese are swans, and swans are geese.

      Let them have it how they will!

      Thou art tired: best be still.

      They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee?

      Better men fared thus before thee;

      Fired their ringing shot and passed,

      Hotly charged - and sank at last.

      Charge once more, then, and be dumb!

      Let the victors, when they come,

      When the forts of folly fall,

      Find thy body by the wall!

      Matthew Arnold – Longing

      Come to me in my dreams, and then

      By day I shall be well again!

      For so the night will more than pay

      The hopeless longing of the day.

      Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,

      A messenger from radiant climes,

      And smile on thy new world, and be

      As kind to others as to me!

      Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,

      Come now, and let me dream it truth,

      And part my hair, and kiss my brow,

      And say, My love why sufferest thou?

      Come to me in my dreams, and then

      By day I shall be well again!

      For so the night will more than pay

      The hopeless longing of the day.

      Matthew Arnold - Human Life

      What mortal, when he saw,

      Life’s voyage done, his heavenly Friend,

      Could ever yet dare tell him fearlessly:

      ‘I have kept uninfring’d my nature’s law;

      The inly-written chart thou gavest me        

      To guide me, I have steer’d by to the end’?

      Ah! let us make no claim

      On life’s incognizable sea

      To too exact a steering of our way!

      Let us not fret and fear to miss our aim        

      If some fair coast has lured us to make stay,

      Or some friend hail’d us to keep company!

      Aye, we would each fain drive

      At random, and not steer by rule!

      Weakness! and worse, weakness bestow’d in vain!        

      Winds from our side the unsuiting consort rive,

      We rush by coasts where we had lief remain;

      Man cannot, though he would, live chance’s fool.

      No! as the foaming swathe

      Of torn-up water, on the main,        

      Falls heavily away with long-drawn roar

      On either side the black deep-furrow’d path

      Cut by an onward-labouring vessel’s prore,

      And never touches the ship-side again;

      Even so we leave behind,        

      As, charter’d by some unknown Powers,

      We stem across the sea of life by night,

      The joys which were not for our use design’d,

      The friends to whom we had no natural right,

      The homes that were not destined to be ours.

      Matthew Arnold - Youth and Calm

      'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,

      And ease from shame, and rest from fear.

      There's nothing can dismarble now

      The smoothness of that limpid brow.

      But is a calm like this, in truth,

      The crowning end of life and youth,

      And when this boon rewards the dead,

      Are all debts paid, has all been said?

      And is the heart of youth so light,

      Its step so firm, its eye so bright,

      Because on its hot brow there blows

      A wind of promise and repose

      From the far grave, to which it goes;

      Because it hath the hope to come,

      One day, to harbour in the tomb?

      Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one

      For daylight, for the cheerful sun,

      For feeling nerves and living breath—

      Youth dreams a bliss on this side death.

      It dreams a rest, if not more deep,

      More grateful than this marble sleep;

      It hears a voice within it tell:

      Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.

      'Tis all perhaps which man acquires,

      But 'tis not what our youth desires.

      Matthew Arnold - Dover Beach

      The sea is calm to-night.

      The tide is full, the moon lies fair

      Upon the straits;

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