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John Davidson

(11 April 1857 – 23 March 1909 / Barrhead, East Renfrewshire, Scotland)

Quotations

  • ''Seraphs and saints with one great voice
    Welcomed that soul that knew not fear.
    Amazed to find it could rejoice,
    Hell raised a hoarse, half-human cheer.''
    John Davidson (1857-1909), Scottish poet. A Ballad of Hell (l. 93-96). MoBrPo. Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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  • ''How long she stayed I cannot tell;
    But when she felt this perfidy,
    She marched across the floor of hell;
    And all the damned stood up to see.''
    John Davidson (1857-1909), Scottish poet. A Ballad of Hell (l. 77-80). MoBrPo. Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
  • ''A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag,
    A runnable stag, a kingly crop,
    Brow, bay and tray and three on top,
    A stag, a runnable stag.''
    John Davidson (1857-1909), Scottish poet. A Runnable Stag (l. 6-9). OxBTC. Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Night sank: like flakes of silver fire
    The stars in one great shower came down;''
    John Davidson (1857-1909), Scottish poet. In Romney Marsh (l. 21-22). OxBTC. Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Masts in the offing wagged their tops;
    The swinging waves pealed on the shore;
    The saffron beach, all diamond drops
    And beads of surge, prolonged the roar.''
    John Davidson (1857-1909), Scottish poet. In Romney Marsh (l. 13-16). OxBTC. Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''For like a mole I journey in the dark,
    A-travelling along the underground''
    John Davidson (1857-1909), Scottish poet. Thirty Bob a Week (l. 13-14). OAEL-2. Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
  • ''But the difficultest go to understand,
    And the difficultest job a man can do,
    Is to come it brave and meek with thirty bob a week,
    And feel that that's the proper thing for you.''
    John Davidson (1857-1909), Scottish poet. Thirty Bob a Week (l. 87-90). OAEL-2. Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).

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War Song

In anguish we uplift
A new unhallowed song:
The race is to the swift;
The battle to the strong.

Of old it was ordained
That we, in packs like curs,
Some thirty million trained
And licensed murderers,

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