Frederic Manning Poems
- Grotesque These are the damned circles Dante trod, Terrible ...
- The Trenches Endless lanes sunken in the clay, Bays, and ...
- Kore Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, ...
- Leaves A frail and tenuous mist lingers on baffled and ...
- The Sign We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the ...
- At Even Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping. Hush, ye ...
Frederic Manning was an Australian poet and novelist.
Born in Sydney, Manning was the son (one of eight children) of local politician Sir William Patrick Manning. His family were Catholics, of Irish origin. A sickly child (asthma), Manning was educated exclusively at home. As a teenager he formed a close friendship with Arthur Galton, a scholarly man who was Secretary to the Governor of New South Wales. Galton went home to England in 1898, taking Manning with him, but Manning returned to Australia in 1900. In 1903, he finally settled in the UK.
Early years in England
Manning moved in with Galton, who had become the Vicar of Edenham, a ... more »
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These are the damned circles Dante trod,
Terrible in hopelessness,
But even skulls have their humour,
An eyeless and sardonic mockery:
Sitting with streaming eyes in the acrid smoke,
That murks our foul, damp billet,
Chant bitterly, with raucous voices
As a choir of frogs
In hideous irony, our patriotic songs.