Treasure Island

Edmund Blunden

(1 November 1896 – 20 January 1974 / London / England)

Quotations

  • ''On the green they watched their sons
    Playing till too dark to see,
    As their fathers watched them once,
    As my father once watched me;''
    Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Forefathers (l. 19-22). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''Like the bee that now is blown,
    Honey-heavy on my hand,
    From his toppling tansy-throne
    In the green tempestuous land—''
    Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Forefathers (l. 31-34). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''I'm in clover now, nor know
    Who made honey long ago.''
    Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Forefathers (l. 35-36). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''I have seen a green country, useful to the race,
    Knocked silly with guns and mines, its villages vanished,''
    Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Report on Experience (l. 5-6). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.
  • ''But not the tallest there, 'tis said,
    Could fathom to this pond's black bed.''
    Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. The Midnight Skaters (l. 5-6). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.

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Preparations For Victory

My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags
The valley; flinch not you, my body young.
At these great shouting smokes and snarling jags
Of fiery iron; as yet may not be flung
The dice that claims you. Manly move among
These ruins, and what you must do, do well;
Look, here are gardens, there mossed boughs are hung
With apples who bright cheeks none might excel,
And there's a house as yet unshattered by a shell.

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