Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Born in November 21, 1863 / Died in May 12, 1944 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Mary Leslie
... While mine said, "Fare-ye-well, my lass!" ...
Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon
... Ay, and his mother Nature, to whose lap ...
Titania
... Watched the dull clerk slow-rounding to his cheese, ...
Solivitur Acris Hiemps
... Then downward, ho!the shortest way ...
To A Friend Who Sent Me A Box Of Violets
... Shadow of Ruth from the land of the Moabite ...
Willaloo
... That the hope their presence planted should be with me evermore, ...
A Triolet
... To commemorate the virtue of Homoeopathy in restoring one apparently drowned ...
Of Three Children
... Pell-mell they poured by vale and stream, ...
Measure For Measure
... Why, now, sir, you are hourly filled with wine, ...
As I Laye A-Dreamynge
... O sadlye mourned the dove, callynge long and callynge lowe, ...
The Doom Of The Esquire Bedell
... And shriek the curse that bids him bear ...
A Letter
... With their croups and their soups and their ague) ...
To A Friend
... Long-stray but fortunate-- ...
Christmas Eve
... Thoughts, thoughts! Whistle them back like hounds returning-- ...
Written Upon Loves Frontier-Post
... Those same lips that are his creed ...
