George Edward Woodberry
George Edward Woodberry Poems
- Homeward Bound I INTO the west of the waters on the living ...
- From My Country O DESTINED Land, unto thy citadel, What ...
- Edith Cavell The world hath its own dead; great motions ...
- Divine Awe TO tremble, when I touch her hands, With awe that...
- America To England MOTHER of nations, of them eldest ...
- Comrades Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying, ...
- At Gibraltar I England, I stand on thy imperial ground, ...
George Edward Woodberry, Litt. D., LL. D. (1855–1930) was an American literary critic and poet. Born in Beverly, Massachusetts, Woodberry graduated from Harvard College in 1877, and became professor of English at the University of Nebraska. In 1891–1904 he was professor of comparative literature at Columbia University. He was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters. In 1930 he was posthumously awarded one of the first three Frost Medals for lifetime achievement in poetry by the Poetry Society of America. He wrote a number of books as well. Other publications: He edited The complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (1892); Lamb's Essays of Elia (1892); The Works of Edgar ... more »
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England, I stand on thy imperial ground,
Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,
I feel within my blood old battles flow --
The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found
Still surging dark against the Christian bound
Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know
Thy heights that watch them wandering below;
I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound.
I turn, and meet the cruel, turbaned face.
England, 't is sweet to be so much thy son!
I feel the conqueror in my blood and race;
Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-day