Laurence Binyon
輎A free download from ----dertz ebooks publisher !----
The Project Gutenberg EBook of Primavera, by?Stephen Phillips, Laurence Binyon, Manmohan Ghose and Arthur Shearly Cripps
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at
Title: Primavera
Poems by Four Authors
Author: Stephen Phillips, Laurence Binyon, Manmohan Ghose and Arthur Shearly Cripps
Release Date: September 4, 2006 [EBook #19170]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
Produced by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, Sankar Viswanathan, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at?

_Primavera: Poems, by Four Authors. Oxford:?Published by B. H. Blackwell, Broad Street.?MDCCCXC._ (Fcap 8vo, pp. 43.)
Such is the title of a little 'book of verses' that at the time found favour in the eyes of a few discerning critics, and then, apparently, was forgotten. As originally issued its dark brown paper wrapper was adorned with a simple but effective woodcut design by Mr. Selwyn Image, which we have reproduced on our first half-title. Even more fortunate has been the discovery of a signed review in the pages of the _Academy_ for August 9, 1890, by the late John Addington Symonds. As a preface nothing could be better. And in this connexion the lines which we prefix from Guarini are also singularly appropriate. For these songs of Youth are still worth while; they thrill and fill us as of yesterday with their haunting sense of vanished love, of
'Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips?Bidding adieu.'

This little book was written by four friends, three of them under-graduates at Oxford, and all of them penetrated with the spirit of the higher culture of our time. The poems, it is clear, have been carefully selected; and, it is probable, have been diligently polished. There is not one which is not remarkable for delicacy of style and conscious aiming after excellence in art. Whether these qualities promise well for future achievement and development is a question open to debate. But there can be no doubt that in _Primavera_ we possess another of those tiny?verse-books like _Ionica_, or Mr. Percy Pinkerton's _Galeazzo_, which will not lose in freshness and in perfume as the years go by.
The poems have the distinction of making one wish to be?acquainted with their authors. Though they differ a good deal in mental tone, perhaps also somewhat in literary merit, they?possess marked common characteristics: a restrained refinement, a subdued reserve, a gentle melancholy; the note of the latest Anglican ?sthetic school. We find no humour, no _Sturm und?Drang_, no inequalities and incoherences of passion. Even where it is obvious that the emotion has been intense, possibly of a rare and peculiar strain, as in Mr. Binyon's "Testamentum Amoris" and Mr. Phillips's "To a Lost Love," the expression of it obeys no violence of impulse. A tender tone of regret, rather than of acute grief, steeps these stanzas (to quote one instance)?addressed to a friend removed into the spiritual world by death.
"Oh, thou art cold! In that high sphere?Thou art a thing apart,?Losing in saner happiness?This madness of the heart.
"And yet, at times, thou still shalt feel?A passing breath, a pain;?Disturb'd, as though a door in heaven?Had oped and closed again.
"And thou shalt shiver, while the hymns,?The solemn hymns, shall cease;?A moment half remember me;?Then turn away to peace."
It would be invidious to institute critical comparisons between the styles of these four friends and their respective merits. It may, however, be remarked that Mr. Manmohan Ghose's work possesses a peculiar interest on account of its really notable command of the subtleties of English prosody and diction, combined with just a touch of foreign feeling. The artful employment of imperfect rhymes in "Raymond and Ida" illustrates what I mean. Occasionally, too, Mr. Ghose produces exactly the right phrase by means of a felicitous simplicity. Notice the line which I have italicised in the following stanza:
"In the deep West the heavens grow heavenlier,?Eve after eve; and still?_The glorious stars remember to appear;_?The roses on the hill?Are fragrant as before;?Only thy face, of all that's dear,?I shall see nevermore!"
Take, again, these two lines:
"Forget the shining of the stars, forget?The vernal visitation of the rose."
There is but one piece of blank
Continue reading on your phone by scaning this QR Code

 / 10
Tip: The current page has been bookmarked automatically. If you wish to continue reading later, just open the Dertz Homepage, and click on the 'continue reading' link at the bottom of the page.