POEMS BYISAAC ROSENBERG

POEMS BYISAAC ROSENBERG

POEMS BYISAAC ROSENBERG

POEMS BYISAAC ROSENBERG

POEMS BY

ISAAC ROSENBERG

SONGS IN CAPTIVITYBy R. H. SauterBALLAD OF THE “ROYAL ANN”By Crosbie GarstonDOWN HERE THE HAWTHORNBy Thomas Moult

SONGS IN CAPTIVITYBy R. H. SauterBALLAD OF THE “ROYAL ANN”By Crosbie GarstonDOWN HERE THE HAWTHORNBy Thomas Moult

SONGS IN CAPTIVITYBy R. H. Sauter

SONGS IN CAPTIVITY

By R. H. Sauter

BALLAD OF THE “ROYAL ANN”By Crosbie Garston

BALLAD OF THE “ROYAL ANN”

By Crosbie Garston

DOWN HERE THE HAWTHORNBy Thomas Moult

DOWN HERE THE HAWTHORN

By Thomas Moult

LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN

ISAAC ROSENBERG.

ISAAC ROSENBERG.

ISAAC ROSENBERG.

POEMS BYISAAC ROSENBERGSELECTED AND EDITED BYGORDON BOTTOMLEYWITH AN INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR BYLAURENCE BINYON1922LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN

POEMS BYISAAC ROSENBERG

SELECTED AND EDITED BYGORDON BOTTOMLEYWITH AN INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR BYLAURENCE BINYON

SELECTED AND EDITED BYGORDON BOTTOMLEYWITH AN INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR BYLAURENCE BINYON

SELECTED AND EDITED BY

GORDON BOTTOMLEY

WITH AN INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR BY

LAURENCE BINYON

1922

LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN

LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN

LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN

Youth is still childhood: when we cast off every cloudy vesture, and our thoughts are clear and mature; when every act is a conscious thought, every thought an attempt to arrest feeling; our feelings strong and overwhelming, our sensitiveness awakened by insignificant things in life; when the skies race tumultuously with our blood, and the earth shines and laughs; when our blood hangs suspended at the rustling of a gown. Our vanity loves to subdue—battle, aggressive. How we despise those older and duller—we want life, newness, excitement.

(Circa 1916.)


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