Digby Mackworth Dolben
Digby Augustus Stewart Mackworth Dolben (8 February 1848 – 28 June 1867) was an English poet who died young from drowning. He owes his poetic reputation to his cousin, Robert Bridges, poet laureate from 1913 to 1930, who edited a partial edition of his verse, Poems, in 1911.
He was born in Guernsey, and brought up at Finedon Hall in Northamptonshire. His father, William Harcourt Isham ... more »
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Digby Mackworth Dolben Poems
Beyond the calumny and wrong, Beyond the clamour and the throng, Beyond the praise and triumph-song He passed.
On the tender myrtle-branches, In the meadow lotus-grassèd, While the wearied sunlight softly To the Happy Islands passèd,-
My Love, and once again my Love, And then no more until the end, Until the waters cease to move, Until we rest within the Ark,
Beautiful, Oh Beautiful--
Beautiful, oh beautiful- In all the mountain passes The plenteous dowers of April showers, Which every spring amasses,
I, living, drew thee from the vale Parnassus' height to climb with me. I, dying, bid thee turn, and scale
I asked for Peace- My sins arose, And bound me close, I could not find release.
Christ, For Whose Only Love I Keep
Christ, for whose only Love I keep me clean Among the palaces of Babylon,
Where in dawnward Sicily Gentle rivers wed the sea, Bitter life was given me.
When all my words were said, When all my songs were sung, I thought to pass among The unforgotten dead,
Lean Over Me
O, a moon face In a shadowy place. Lean over me-ah so,-let fall
On River Banks My Love Was Born
Sis licet felix ubicunque mavis Et memor nostri . . . vivas On river banks my love was born,
On the silent ages breaking Comes the sweet Annunciation: The eternal Ave waking, Changes Eva's condemnation.
A Poem Without A Name I
Surely before the time my Sun has set: The evening had not come, it was but noon, The gladness passed from all my Pleasant Land;
From falsehood and error, From darkness and terror, From all that is evil, From the power of the devil,
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Beyond the calumny and wrong,
Beyond the clamour and the throng,
Beyond the praise and triumph-song
Beyond the scandal and the doubt,
The fear within, the fight without,
The turmoil and the battle-shout
The world for him was not so sweet
That he should grieve to stay his feet
Where youth and manhood's highways meet,
For every child a mother's breast,
For every bird a guarded nest;
For him alone was found no rest
Beneath the flight of happy hours,
Beneath the withering of the ...