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Green Bays. Verses and Parodies
Green Bays. Verses and Parodies
Green Bays. Verses and Parodies
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"Green Bays. Verses and Parodies" by Arthur Quiller-Couch
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch was a British writer who was known for his literary critiques. In this volume, the following verses and works are collected: The Splendid Spur, The White Moth, Irish Melodies I. Tim The Dragoon. Ii. Kenmare River, Lady Jane (Sapphics), A Triolet, An Oath, Upon Graciosa, Walking And Talking, Written Upon Love's Frontier-post, Titania, Measure For Measure, Retrospection, Why This Volume Is So Thin, Nugae Oxonienses, Twilight, Willaloo, The Sair Stroke, The Doom Of The Esquire Bedell, 'behold! I Am Not One That Goes To Lectures", Caliban Upon Rudiments, Solvitur Acris Hiemps, A Letter, Anecdote For Fathers, Unity Put Quarterly, Fire!, De Tea Fabula, and
L'envoi (As I Laye A-dreamynge).
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateDec 9, 2019
ISBN4064066242411
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    Green Bays. Verses and Parodies - Arthur Quiller-Couch

    Arthur Quiller-Couch

    Green Bays. Verses and Parodies

    Published by Good Press, 2019

    [email protected]

    EAN 4064066242411

    Table of Contents

    NUGAE OXONIENSES.

    OCCASIONAL VERSES.

    IN A COLLEGE GARDEN.

    THE SPLENDID SPUR.

    THE WHITE MOTH.

    IRISH MELODIES.

    I.

    IRISH MELODIES.

    II.

    LADY JANE.

    A TRIOLET.

    AN OATH.

    UPON GRACIOSA, WALKING AND TALKING.

    WRITTEN UPON LOVE'S FRONTIER-POST.

    TITANIA.

    MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

    RETROSPECTION.

    WHY THIS VOLUME IS SO THIN.

    NUGAE OXONIENSES.

    TWILIGHT.

    WILLALOO.

    THE SAIR STROKE.

    THE DOOM OF THE ESQUIRE BEDELL.

    'BEHOLD! I AM NOT ONE THAT GOES TO LECTURES.'

    CALIBAN UPON RUDIMENTS[1].

    A LETTER.

    OCCASIONAL VERSES.

    ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS.

    UNITY PUT QUARTERLY[1].

    FIRE!

    I.

    II.

    III.

    IV.

    VI.

    DE TEA FABULA.

    L'ENVOI.

    THE END

    IN A COLLEGE GARDEN.

    THE SPLENDID SPUR.

    THE WHITE MOTH.

    IRISH MELODIES I. TIM THE DRAGOON. II. KENMARE RIVER.

    LADY JANE (SAPPHICS).

    A TRIOLET.

    AN OATH.

    UPON GRACIOSA, WALKING AND TALKING.

    WRITTEN UPON LOVE'S FRONTIER-POST.

    TITANIA.

    MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

    RETROSPECTION.

    WHY THIS VOLUME IS SO THIN.

    NUGAE OXONIENSES.

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    TWILIGHT.

    WILLALOO.

    THE SAIR STROKE.

    THE DOOM OF THE ESQUIRE BEDELL.

    'BEHOLD! I AM NOT ONE THAT GOES TO LECTURES.'

    CALIBAN UPON RUDIMENTS.

    SOLVITUR ACRIS HIEMPS.

    A LETTER.

    OCCASIONAL VERSES.

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    ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS.

    UNITY PUT QUARTERLY.

    FIRE!

    DE TEA FABULA.

    L'ENVOI (AS I LAYE A-DREAMYNGE).

    IN A COLLEGE GARDEN.

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    Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake,

    What ayles thee soe to pyne?

    Thy carefulle heart shall cease to ake

    When dayes be fyne

    And greene thynges twyne:

    Saye, cushat, what thy griefe to myne?

    Turtur. Naye, gossyp, loyterynge soe late,

    What ayles thee thus to chyde?

    My love is fled by garden-gate;

    Since Lammas-tyde

    I wayte my bryde.

    Saye, gossyp, whom dost thou abyde?

    Senex. Loe! I am he, the 'Lonelie Manne,'

    Of Time forgotten quite,

    That no remembered face may scanne—

    Sadde eremyte,

    I wayte tonyghte

    Pale Death, nor any other wyghte.

    O cushat, cushat, callynge lowe,

    Goe waken Time from sleepe:

    Goe whysper in his ear, that soe

    His besom sweepe

    Me to that heape

    Where all my recollections keepe.

    Hath he forgott? Or did I viewe

    A ghostlye companye

    This even, by the

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