James Kenneth Stephen
James Kenneth Stephen was an English poet, and tutor to Prince Albert Victor, eldest son of Albert Edward, Prince of Wales.
Stephen was the second son of Sir James Fitzjames Stephen, barrister-at-law, and his wife Mary Richenda Cunningham. James Kenneth Stephen was known as 'Jem' among his family and close friends; he was first-cousin to Virginia Woolf (née Stephen).
He was a King's Scholar at Eton, where he proved to be a highly competent player of the Eton Wall Game; and then went up to King's College, Cambridge, again as a King's Scholar. In the Michaelmas term of 1880, he was President of the Cambridge Union Society. In 1883 he became tutor to ... more »
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James Kenneth Stephen Poems
At school I sometimes read a book, And learned a lot of lessons; Some small amount of pains I took, And showed much acquiescence
The Old School List
In a wild moraine of forgotten books, On the glacier of years gone by, As I plied my rake for order's sake, There was one that caught my eye:
Of F.W.H.M. To One That Smokes
The Malefactor's Plea
Of sentences that stir my bile, Of phrases I detest, There's one beyond all others vile; "He did it for the best."
The Ballade Of The Incompetent Ballade-M...
I am not ambitious at all: I am not a poet, I know (Though I do love to see a mere scrawl To order and symmetry grow).
The Last Ride Together (After Browning)
(From Her Point of View) When I had firmly answered 'No', And he allowed that that was so,
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.
Men And Women
1. IN THE BACKS. As I was strolling lonely in the Backs, I met a woman whom I did not like.
Steam-Launches On The Thames
Henley, June 7, 1891. Shall we, to whom the stream by right belongs, Who travel silent, save, perchance, for songs;
To R. K.
As long I dwell on some stupendous And tremendous (Heaven defend us!) Monstr'-inform'-ingens-horrendous Demoniaco-seraphic
A Parodist's Apology
If I've dared laugh at you, Robert Browning, 'Tis with eyes that with you have often wept: You have oftener left me smiling or frowning, Than any beside, one bard except.
A Sonnet (Two Voices Are There)
Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep:
4th July 1882, Malines. Midnight
Belgian, with cumbrous tread and iron boots, Who in the murky middle of the night, Designing to renew the foul pursuits In which thy life is passed, ill-favoured wight,
The Philosopher And The Philanthropist
Searching an infinite Where, Probing a bottomless When, Dreamfully wandering, Ceaselessly pondering,
Comments about James Kenneth Stephen
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 ...