Thomas Sturge Moore
Thomas Sturge Moore Poems
- Idleness O idleness, too fond of me, Begone, I know and hate...
- The Dying Swan O SILVER-THROATED Swan Struck, struck! A ...
- Silence Sings SO faint, no ear is sure it hears, So faint ...
- Renaissance O happy soul, forget thy self! This that has ...
- The Rower's Chant ROW till the land dip 'neath The sea from...
- A Duet 'FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air, Flowers posied,...
- Aforetime Dear exile from the hurrying crowd, At work I muse...
Thomas Sturge Moore (March 4, 1870– July 18, 1944) was an English poet, author and artist. He was born on 4 March 1870 and was educated at Dulwich College, the Croydon Art School and Lambeth Art School. He was a long-term friend and correspondent of W. B. Yeats. He was also a playwright, writing a Medea influenced by Yeats' drama and the Japanese Noh style.
Sturge Moore was a prolific poet and his subjects included, morality, art and the spirit. His first pamphlet, Two Poems, was printed privately in 1893 and his first book of verse, The Vinedresser, was published in 1899. His love for poetry lead him to become an active member of the Poetry Recital Society. His first (of 31) ... more »
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O idleness, too fond of me,
Begone, I know and hate thee!
Nothing canst thou of pleasure see
In one that so doth rate thee;
For empty are both mind and heart
While thou with me dost linger;
More profit would to thee impart
A babe that sucks its finger.
I know thou hast a better way
To spend these hours thou squand'rest;
Some lad toils in the trough to-day
Who groans because thou wand'rest;
A bleating sheep he dowses now
Or wrestles with ram's terror;
Ah, 'mid the washing's hubbub, how
His sighs reproach thine error!
He knows and ...