William Bell Scott
William Bell Scott Poems
- A Ghost In the first watch of the night, One candle all my ...
- Art For Art’s Sake ‘Art for art's sake,’—very well, Your ...
- Love And Death ‘Open the door! Thou canst not understand My ...
- Dante And Beatrice Ah, did she pass so coldly by The ...
- Elijah The widow heard Elijah's tread, She heard his staff ...
- Morning Sleep Another day hath dawned Since, hastily and ...
- Raphael’s Madonna Di San Sisto Once and once only, and no ...
William Bell Scott (12 September 1811 – 22 November 1890), British poet and artist, son of Robert Scott (1777-1841), the engraver, and brother of David Scott, the painter, was born in Edinburgh.
While a young man he studied art and assisted his father, and he published verses in the Scottish magazines. In 1837 he went to London, where he became sufficiently well known as an artist to be appointed in 1844 master of the government school of design at Newcastle-on-Tyne. He held the post for twenty years, and did good work in organizing art-teaching and examining under the Science and Art Department.
He did much fine decorative work, too, on his own account, notably at ... more »
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In the first watch of the night,
One candle all my light,
I saw a Spirit near the door
Standing raised above the floor,
In the air he was, yet standing,
Feet placed flat as on some landing;
So I turned my elbowed chair.
He stood still there,—
Like tarnished silver, dark yet bright,
And edging his crisp hair,
His hands,—whatever parts were bare,
Except the soles of his firm feet,
Passed a line of phosphor light:
Then noiselessly I rose to greet
My visitor as it was meet;
I had no fears;
His lips moved not, yet answered he,
Nor did I hear him ...