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    New Poems: "The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks."
    New Poems: "The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks."
    New Poems: "The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks."
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    New Poems: "The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks."

    By Richard le Gallienne

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    Richard Thomas Gallienne was born in Liverpool on 20th January, 1866.

    His first job was in an accountant's office, but this was quickly abandoned to pursue his first love as a professional writer. His first work, My Ladies’ Sonnets, was published in 1887.

    In 1889 he became, for a brief time, literary secretary to Wilson Barrett the manager, actor, and playwright. Barrett enjoyed immense success with the staging of melodramas, which would later reach a peak with the historical tragedy The Sign of the Cross (1895).

    Le Gallienne joined the staff of The Star newspaper in 1891, and also wrote for various other papers under the pseudonym ‘Logroller’. He contributed to the short-lived but influential quarterly periodical The Yellow Book, published between 1894 and 1897.

    His first wife, Mildred Lee, died in 1894 leaving their daughter, Hesper, in his care.

    In 1897 he married the Danish journalist Julie Norregard. However, the marriage would not be a success. She left him in 1903 and took their daughter Eva to live in Paris. They were eventually divorced in June 1911.

    Le Gallienne now moved to the United States and became resident there.

    On 27th October 1911, he married Mrs. Irma Perry, whose marriage to her first cousin, the painter and sculptor Roland Hinton Perry, had been dissolved in 1904. Le Gallienne and Irma had known each other for many years and had written an article together a few years earlier in 1906.

    Le Gallienne and Irma lived in Paris from the late 1920s, where Irma’s daughter Gwen was by then an established figure in the expatriate bohème. Le Gallienne also added a regular newspaper column to the frequent publication of his poems, essays and other articles.

    By 1930 Le Gallienne’s book publishing career had virtually ceased. During the latter years of that decade Le Gallienne lived in Menton on the French Riviera and, during the war years, in nearby Monaco. His house was commandeered by German troops and his handsome library was nearly sent back to Germany as bounty. Le Gallienne managed a successful appeal to a German officer in Monaco which allowed him to return to Menton to collect his books.

    To his credit Le Gallienne refused to write propaganda for the local German and Italian authorities, and financially was often in dire need. On one occasion he collapsed in the street due to hunger.

    Richard Thomas Gallienne died on 15th September 1947. He is buried in Menton in a grave whose lease is, at present, due to expire in 2023.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPortable Poetry
    Release dateJun 14, 2018
    ISBN9781787800236
    New Poems: "The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks."

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      New Poems - Richard le Gallienne

      New Poems by Richard Le Gallienne

      Richard Thomas Gallienne was born in Liverpool on 20th January, 1866.

      His first job was in an accountant's office, but this was quickly abandoned to pursue his first love as a professional writer. His first work, My Ladies’ Sonnets, was published in 1887.

      In 1889 he became, for a brief time, literary secretary to Wilson Barrett the manager, actor, and playwright. Barrett enjoyed immense success with the staging of melodramas, which would later reach a peak with the historical tragedy The Sign of the Cross (1895).

      Le Gallienne joined the staff of The Star newspaper in 1891, and also wrote for various other papers under the pseudonym ‘Logroller’. He contributed to the short-lived but influential quarterly periodical The Yellow Book, published between 1894 and 1897.

      His first wife, Mildred Lee, died in 1894 leaving their daughter, Hesper, in his care.

      In 1897 he married the Danish journalist Julie Norregard. However, the marriage would not be a success. She left him in 1903 and took their daughter Eva to live in Paris. They were eventually divorced in June 1911.

      Le Gallienne now moved to the United States and became resident there.

      On 27th October 1911, he married Mrs. Irma Perry, whose marriage to her first cousin, the painter and sculptor Roland Hinton Perry, had been dissolved in 1904. Le Gallienne and Irma had known each other for many years and had written an article together a few years earlier in 1906.

      Le Gallienne and Irma lived in Paris from the late 1920s, where Irma’s daughter Gwen was by then an established figure in the expatriate bohème.  Le Gallienne also added a regular newspaper column to the frequent publication of his poems, essays and other articles.

      By 1930 Le Gallienne’s book publishing career had virtually ceased. During the latter years of that decade Le Gallienne lived in Menton on the French Riviera and, during the war years, in nearby Monaco. His house was commandeered by German troops and his handsome library was nearly sent back to Germany as bounty. Le Gallienne managed a successful appeal to a German officer in Monaco which allowed him to return to Menton to collect his books.

      To his credit Le Gallienne refused to write propaganda for the local German and Italian authorities, and financially was often in dire need.  On one occasion he collapsed in the street due to hunger.

      Richard Thomas Gallienne died on 15th September 1947.  He is buried in Menton in a grave whose lease is, at present, due to expire in 2023.

      Index of contents

      I

      THE CRY OF THE LITTLE PEOPLES

      CHRISTMAS IN WAR-TIME 

      THE ILLUSION OF WAR

      SOLDIER GOING TO THE WAR

      II

      THE HIDDEN LAND 

      BALLAD OF THE DEAD LOVER

      THE WIFE FROM FAIRYLAND

      BALLAD OF THE SINFUL LOVER

      THE SILVER GIRL

      MARGARET

      RED ROSE OF MARGARET

      LA FOLIE

      WEEP, MOTHER OF LOVE!

      THE DAYS OF DISTANCE AND THE NIGHTS APART 

      MONODY 

      REQUIEM 

      THE NORTHERN SPHINX

      TO ONE WHO IS BLIND 

      THE HARP-PLAYER 

      TO LYKKE

      A CARAVAN FROM CHINA COMES

      THE WOMAN OF DREAMS

      III

      ' O CLIMB WITH ME, THIS APRIL NIGHT

      LET WHOSO WILL SING TOWNS AND TOWERS

      SONG TO THE MOON 

      THE CUCKOO

      THE NIGHTJAR

      AN EASTER SONG

      FOR SUNDIALS

      NEW-BORN

      WAYFARING 

      TWILIGHT 

      SONG

      A DITHYRAMBUS OF BUTTERMILK

      SPRING

      SONG

      A SONG OF BREAD AND HONEY 

      OCTOBER MOONLIGHT

      NOVEMBER

      AT EVENING I CAME TO THE WOOD

      IV

      SLEEP FOR LONDON 

      THE THAMES

      LONDON BEAUTIFUL

      A FAREWELL TO LONDON

      BROOKLYN BRIDGE AT DAWN

      V

      TO LOVE!

      HOPELESS OF HOPE, PAST DESIRE EVEN OF THEE

      O LOVE, I LOOK ACROSS THE SEA

      FOR LACK AND LOVE OF YOU, LOVE

      "TRUE HEART

      LONG AFTER YOU ARE DEAD

      OF ALL THE DAYS WE SAID THAT DAY WAS GOOD

      I DID NOT KNOW THAT I LOVED YOU, LOVE, LIKE THIS

      I LIE AWAKE TO WATCH YOUR SLEEPING FACE

      GRACE O' GOD

      I HEARD A LIAR SAY MY LOVE DOTH CEASE

      GIVE ME THY TEARS

      O LET THEM WATCH 

      WAS IT FOR THIS WE MET—TO PART LIKE THIS

      I LOVE HER NO MORE. I WOULD HAVE DIED

      ALL THE LOVING EVER DONE

      VI

      HOW MANY FRIENDS I LOVED ARE GONE

      THE TRAVELLER

      "I SAW A ROSE IN MY

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