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Graves, Robert Ranke
(Encyclopedia) Graves, Robert Ranke, 1895–1985, English poet, novelist, and critic; son of Alfred Percival Graves. He established his reputation with Good-bye to All That (1929), an outspoken book on…Graves, Alfred Percival
(Encyclopedia) Graves, Alfred Percival, 1846–1931, Irish poet. An inspector of schools, he was also twice president of the Irish literary society. He compiled several volumes of Irish music and…Robert Graves: To Robert Nichols
To Robert Nichols(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's Holiday.' I wish you were here to feed him with cherries.") Here by…Robert Graves: 1915
1915I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune; Primroses and the first warm day of Spring, Red poppy floods of June, August, and yellowing…Robert Graves: Babylon
BabylonThe child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry with him. Rhyme and music flow in plenty For the lad of one-and-twenty, But…Robert Graves: Careers
CareersFather is quite the greatest poet That ever lived anywhere. You say you're going to write great music— I chose that first: it's unfair. Besides, now I can't be the greatest painter…Robert Graves: Escape
Escape(August 6, 1916.—Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) ... But I was dead, an hour or more. I woke when I'd…Robert Graves: Faun
FaunHere down this very way, Here only yesterday King Faun went leaping. He sang, with careless shout Hurling his name about; He sang, with oaken stock His steps from rock to rock In…Robert Graves: Finland
FinlandFeet and faces tingle In that frore land: Legs wobble and go wingle, You scarce can stand.The skies are jewelled all around, The ploughshare snaps in the iron ground, The Finn with…Robert Graves: In the Wilderness
In the WildernessChrist of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk That listened wondering. He heard the bitterns…