Elizabeth Daryush was an English poet.
Life and Career
Daughter of British poet laureate Robert Bridges, Elizabeth Daryush had a privileged upbringing in Victorian and Edwardian England. Although she followed her father's lead not only in choosing poetry as her life's work but also in the traditional style of poetry she chose to write, the themes of her work are often ... more »
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Elizabeth Daryush Poems
Anger Lay By Me
Anger lay by me all night long, His breath was hot upon my brow, He told me of my burning wrong, All night he talked and would not go.
She said to one: ‘How glows My heart at the hot thought Of battle’s glorious throes!’
Through the open French window the warm sun Lights up the polished breakfast-table, laid Round a bowl of crimson roses, for one - A service of Worcester porcelain, arrayed
You Should At Times Go Out
You should at times go out from where the faithful kneel, visit the slums of doubt and feel what the lost feel;
Here the scanted daisy glows Glorious as the carmined rose; Here the hill-top's verdure mean Fair is with unfading green;
Above the grey down Gather, wan, the glows; Relieved by leaden Gleams a star-gang goes;
Children Of Wealth In Your Warm Nursery
Children of wealth in your warm nursery, Set in the cushioned window-seat to watch The volleying snow, guarded invisibly By the clear double pane through which no touch
After Bank Holiday
Now deserted are the roads Where awhile the lovers went; Vacant are the field-abodes Where a vivid hour they spent:
Along the iron rails Plod still with panting power, Range still the empty trails Hour after hour;
Not that broad path chose he, which whoso wills May tread, if he by pay the fatal price, And for such sweet as earthly life extils,
Anger Lay By Me
Anger lay by me all night long,
His breath was hot upon my brow,
He told me of my burning wrong,
All night he talked and would not go.
He stood by me all through the day,
Struck from my hand the book, the pen;
He said: ‘Hear first what I’ve to say,
And sing, if you’ve the heart to, then.’
And can I cast him from my couch?
And can I lock him from my room?
Ah no, his honest words are such
That he’s my true-lord, and my doom.