Louise Imogen Guiney
Louise Imogen Guiney Poems
- Open, Time Open, Time, and let him pass Shortly where his ...
- The Kings A man said unto his Angel: "My spirits are fallen...
- A Song Of The Lilac Above the wall that's broken, And from ...
- Friendship Broken I We chose the faint chill morning, ...
- In The Reading-Room Of The Bri...
- A Salutation High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways, ...
- Ode For A Master Mariner Ashor... THERE in his room, whene’er ...
Born on January 7, 1861, in Roxbury (now part of Boston), Massachusetts,
Louise Guiney was educated at Elmhurst, a convent school in Providence, Rhode Island.
To help support her family she began contributing to various newspapers and magazines. Her poems, collected in Songs at the Start (1884) and The White Sail and Other Poems (1887), and her essays, collected in Goose Quill Papers (1885), soon attracted the attention of the Boston literary establishment, and the verse in A Roadside Harp (1893) and the essays in Monsieur Henri (1892), A Little English Gallery (1894), and Patrins (1897) brought her to the center of aesthetic life in Boston.
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Comments about Louise Imogen Guiney
Open, Time, and let him pass
Shortly where his feet would be!
Like a leaf at Michaelmas
Swooning from the tree,
Ere its hour the manly mind
Trembles in a sure decrease,
Nor the body now can find
Any hold on peace.
Take him, weak and overworn;
Fold about his dying dream
Boyhood, and the April morn,
And the rolling stream:
Weather on a sunny ridge,
Showery weather, far from here;
Under some deep-ivied bridge,
Water rushing clear:
Water quick to cross and part,
(Golden light on silver sound),
Weather that was ...