James Kenneth Stephen
James Kenneth Stephen Poems
|1.||England And America||1/3/2003|
|2.||After The Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies)||1/3/2003|
|4.||The Philosopher And The Philanthropist||1/1/2004|
|6.||A Sonnet (Two Voices Are There)||1/3/2003|
|7.||4th July 1882, Malines. Midnight||1/3/2003|
|8.||A Parodist's Apology||1/3/2003|
|9.||To R. K.||1/1/2004|
|10.||Steam-Launches On The Thames||1/3/2003|
|11.||Men And Women||1/3/2003|
|13.||The Last Ride Together (After Browning)||1/3/2003|
|14.||The Malefactor's Plea||1/3/2003|
|15.||Of F.W.H.M. To One That Smokes||1/3/2003|
|16.||The Ballade Of The Incompetent Ballade-Monger||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Old School List||1/3/2003|
At school I sometimes read a book,
And learned a lot of lessons;
Some small amount of pains I took,
And showed much acquiescence
In what my masters said, good men!
Yet after all I quite
Forgot the most of it: but then
I learned to write.
At Lincoln's Inn I'd read a brief,
Abstract a title, study
Great paper-piles, beyond belief
Inelegant and muddy:
The whole of these as time went by
I soon forgot: indeed
I tried to: yes: but by and by
I learned to read.
By help of Latin, Greek and Law
I now can write and read too:
Then perish each ...
There are people, I know, to be found,
Who say, and apparently think,
That sorrow and care may be drowned
By a timely consumption of drink.
Does not man, these enthusiasts ask,
Most nearly approach the divine,
When engaged in the soul-stirring task
Of filling his body with wine?