Walter Alexander Raleigh Poems

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Walter Alexander Raleigh
Professor Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh (September 5, 1861 - May 13, 1922) was a Scottish scholar, poet and author. Raleigh was educated at the City of London School, Edinburgh Academy, University College London, and King's College, Cambridge. He was Professor of English Literature at the Mohammedan Anglo-Oriental College in Aligarh (1885-87), Professor of Modern Literature at the University College Liverpool (1890-1900), Regius Professor of English Language and Literature at Glasgow University (1900-1904), and Chair of English Literature at Oxford University (1904-22). Raleigh was knighted in 1911. On the outbreak of World War I he turned to the war as his primary subject. In 1915 he delivered the Vanuxem lectures at Princeton on "The Origins of Romance" and "The Beginnings of the Romantic Revival," and lectured on Chaucer at Brown, which gave him the degree of Litt.D. His finest book may be the first volume of The War in the Air (1922).

ample make this bed
Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent... [read poem]
the artist
The Artist and his Luckless Wife
They lead a horrid haunted life,
Surrounded by the things... [read poem]
a route of evanescence
A Route of Evanescence
With a revolving Wheel--
A Resonance of Emerald--
A Rush of Co... [read poem]
the moon is distant from the sea
The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,... [read poem]
a narrow fellow in the grass
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
H... [read poem]
i felt a funeral, in my brain
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading--treading--till it se... [read poem]
success is counted sweetest
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requir... [read poem]
split the lark
Split the Lark--and you'll find the Music--
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled--
Scantily d... [read poem]
i cannot live with you
I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf... [read poem]
in a library
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his centu... [read poem]
it dropped so low in my regard
It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones... [read poem]
i'm nobody! who are you?
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you--Nobody--Too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell!... [read poem]
there's a certain slant of light
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That opresses, like the Heft
Of... [read poem]
hymn of the dying man
Sole Rishi! Pushan! glorious Yama!
God of day! withdraw thy rays,
And let me once more ... [read poem]
the grass so little has to do -
The Grass so little has to do -
A Sphere of simple Green -
With only Butterflies to brood... [read poem]
if you were coming in the fall
If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn... [read poem]
ten precepts from dhammapada
Hate for hatred if ye render,
Hatred lives and mortal strife;
Love return for bitter ha... [read poem]
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the ... [read poem]
i taste a liquor never brewed
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the R... [read poem]
further in summer than the birds
Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
It... [read poem]
a doubt if it be us
A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footi... [read poem]
you cannot put a fire out
You cannot put a fire out;
A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
... [read poem]
it was not death, for i stood up
It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the... [read poem]
the cricket sang
The cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam th... [read poem]
the chariot
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just o... [read poem]
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