Arthur Christopher Benson
Biography of Arthur Christopher Benson
CHENEY, John Vance was born in Groveland, New York, December 29, 1848; [died, 1922]. Educated at Temple Hill Academy in Geneseo, New York. After a short period of teaching and of practicing law, he became the librarian of the Free Public Library of San Francisco and held this position from 1887 to 1894 when he accepted a similar one at the Newberry Library of Chicago, where he remained until 1899.
Arthur Christopher Benson Poems
I have been brave in my way, Though men did not call me brave; They deem that I creep away, If ever a pennon wave
Land Of Hope And Glory
Land of hope and glory, Mother of the free, How may we extol thee, who are born of thee?
MY sorrow had pierced me through; it throbbed in my heart like a thorn; This way and that I stared, as a bird with a broken limb
This is my chiefest torment, that behind The brave and subtle spirit, the swift brain, There sits and shivers, in a cell of pain,
O pertest, most self-satisfied Of aught that breathes or moves, See where you sit, with head aside, To chirp your vulgar loves:
BY feathers green, across Casbeen The pilgrims track the Phoenix flown, By gems he strew'd in waste and wood, And jewell'd plumes at random thrown.
I Am Small And Of No Reputation; Yet Do ...
How small a thing am I, of no repute, Whirled in the rush of these eternal tides; Spun daily round upon this orb that rides
Ode To Japan
Clasp hands across the world, Across the dim sea-line, Where with bright flags unfurled Our navies breast the brine;
February, bitter February, Month of hope withheld and promise vain, Drenching, under fickle smiles, the unwary Earth with devastating rain.
By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall, He thrusts his cushions red; O'er burdock rank, o'er thistles tall, He rears his hardy head:
BY feathers green, across Casbeen
The pilgrims track the Phoenix flown,
By gems he strew'd in waste and wood,
And jewell'd plumes at random thrown.
Till wandering far, by moon and star,
They stand beside the fruitful pyre,
Where breaking bright with sanguine light
The impulsive bird forgets his sire.