Roderic Quinn Poems
- A Song Of Keats 'TIS a tarnished book and old, Edges frayed ...
- A Wardrobe I SAID 'The dark deed matters nought, And this ...
- Stars In The Sea I took a boat on a starry night and went ...
- The Lotus-Flower All the heights of the high shores gleam ...
- Doing Nothing WITH the sorrow on me Neighbours come and go ...
- The Twenty-Fifth Of April THIS day is Anzac Day! Made sacred...
- God's Answer BANNISTER, who lived for gain, Counting love ...
Roderic Quinn (brother of Patrick Edward Quinn) was born in Sydney. His Irish parents had migrated, in 1853, to Australia. He received his education in Sydney together with his life long friends C.J.Brennan and E.J.Brady. He studied law for a while, then worked as a country schoolteacher. When he returned to Sydney he took a position as a freelance journalist. He wrote short stories for the 'Bulletin', and made a modest living from his poetry from the 1890s to the mid 1920s. His work was extremely appreciated by his contemporaries. He was linked with Victor Daly as poets of the 'Celtic Twilight'. more »
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A Song Of Keats
'TIS a tarnished book and old,
Edges frayed and covers green!
But, between the covers, gold —
Gold and jewels in between.
And this written (see, O see!
How old Time has made it dim)
'For one song Keats gave to me
I kneel down and worship him.'
He who wrote these lines is dust;
All of him is passed away;
Some hand closed his eyes, I trust,
Drew the blind to darken day.
Did lips kiss him at the end,
Love-lips tremulous yet brave?
Had he mistress, child, or friend
To sow green grass upon his grave?
Nay, we know not — it is long
Since he tired of ...