Ernest James Myers was a poet, Classicist and author.
Ernest James Myers was born October 13th, 1844 at Keswick to Frederic Myers and Susan Harriet Myers. He studied at Balliol College Oxford and Cheltenham. He taught for three years at Wadham College, before moving to London for twenty years. While in London, Myers worked as a translator an editor, and also ... more »
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Ernest Myers Poems
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone, Heart of my being's heart, Strange visitant, yet very son; All this, and more, thou art.
Etsi Omnes, Ego Non
HERE where under earth his head Finds a last and lonely bed, Let him speak upon the stone: Etsi omnes, ego non.
The Seamaids’ Music
One moment the boy, as he wander’d by night Where the far spreading foam in the moonbeam was white,
I ON through the Libyan sand Rolls ever, mile on mile, League on long league, cleaving the rainless land,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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Blood of my blood, bone of my bone,
Heart of my being's heart,
Strange visitant, yet very son;
All this, and more, thou art.
In thy soft lineaments I trace,
More winning daily grown,
The sweetness of thy mother's face
Transfiguring my own.
That grave but all untroubled gaze,
So rapt yet never dim,
Seems following o'er their starry ways
The wings of cherubim.
Two worlds man hardly may descry,
(For manhood clouds them o'er),
Commingled to mine inward eye
Are shadowed forth once more:
That lost world, whither man's regret