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Robert von Ranke Graves
24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985
Poetry Listing
See Robert von Ranke Graves's Story and Essay Listing Here.
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | 1915 | I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, | | 14 | 76 | | 2: | A Ballad Of Nursery Rhyme | Strawberries that in gardens grow | | 64 | 137 | | 3: | A Boy In Church | Gabble-gabble,... brethren,... gabble-gabble! | | 30 | 63 | | 4: | A Child's Nightmare | Through long nursery nights he stood | | 41 | 77 | | 5: | A Dead Boche | To you who'd read my songs of War | | 12 | 67 | | 6: | A First Review. | Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys | | 16 | 68 | | 7: | A Frosty Night. | Alice, dear, what ails you, | | 28 | 73 | | 8: | A Lover Since Childhood | Tangled in thought am I, | | 18 | 74 | | 9: | A Pinch Of Salt | When a dream is born in you | | 18 | 73 | | 10: | A Rhyme Of Friends. | Listen now this time | | 80 | 56 | | 11: | A Song For Two Children. | Make a song, father, a new little song, | | 16 | 87 | | 12: | Advice To Lovers. | I knew an old man at a Fair | | 20 | 64 | | 13: | After The Play. | Have you spent the money I gave you to-day? | | 52 | 66 | | 14: | Allie. | Allie, call the birds in, | | 36 | 69 | | 15: | An Old Twenty-Third Man | Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine, | | 26 | 66 | | 16: | Apples And Water. | Dust in a cloud, blinding weather, | | 24 | 66 | | 17: | Babylon | The child alone a poet is: | | 33 | 88 | | 18: | Baloo Loo For Jenny. | Sing baloo loo for Jenny | | 24 | 66 | | 19: | Brittle Bones. | Though I am an old man | | 40 | 69 | | 20: | Careers | Father is quite the greatest poet | | 29 | 62 | | 21: | Cherry-Time | Cherries of the night are riper | | 36 | 57 | | 22: | Corporal Stare | Back from the line one night in June, | | 32 | 72 | | 23: | Country At War. | And what of home, how goes it, boys, | | 38 | 60 | | 24: | Dead Cow Farm | An ancient saga tells us how | | 12 | 61 | | 25: | Dicky. | Oh, what a heavy sigh! | | 44 | 61 | | 26: | Double Red Daisies | Double red daisies, they're my flowers, | | 20 | 69 | | 27: | Escape | But I was dead, an hour or more. | | 36 | 70 | | 28: | Faun | Here down this very way, | | 20 | 68 | | 29: | Finland | Feet and faces tingle | | 11 | 68 | | 30: | Fox's Dingle | Take now a country mood, | | 24 | 61 | | 31: | Free Verse | I now delight | | 48 | 60 | | 32: | Ghost Raddled. | Come, surly fellow, come! A song!" | | 24 | 71 | | 33: | Give Us Rain. | Give us Rain, Rain," said the bean and the pea, | | 10 | 65 | | 34: | Goliath And David | Yet once an earlier David took | | 46 | 68 | | 35: | Hate Not, Fear Not. | Kill if you must, but never hate: | | 12 | 65 | | 36: | Haunted. | Gulp down your wine, old friends of mine, | | 14 | 62 | | 37: | Hawk And Buckle. | Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle, | | 24 | 75 | | 38: | Here They Lie. | Here they lie who once learned here | | 4 | 114 | | 39: | I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned? | Look at my knees, | | 21 | 86 | | 40: | I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child | Children born of fairy stock | | 12 | 64 | | 41: | In The Wilderness | Christ of His gentleness | | 30 | 61 | | 42: | It's A Queer Time | It's hard to know if you're alive or dead | | 34 | 61 | | 43: | Jane. | As Jane walked out below the hill, | | 21 | 80 | | 44: | John Skelton | What could be dafter | | 50 | 72 | | 45: | Jonah | A purple whale | | 34 | 67 | | 46: | Letter To S.S. From Mametz Wood | I never dreamed we'd meet that day | | 89 | 59 | | 47: | Lost Love | His eyes are quickened so with grief, | | 24 | 81 | | 48: | Love And Black Magic | To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; | | 33 | 64 | | 49: | Loving Henry. | Henry, Henry, do you love me? | | 24 | 64 | | 50: | Manticor In Arabia. | Thick and scented daisies spread | | 28 | 63 | | 51: | Marigolds | With a fork drive Nature out, | | 21 | 62 | | 52: | Morning Phoenix | In my body lives a flame, | | 16 | 80 | | 53: | Mr. Philosopher | Old Mr. Philosopher | | 28 | 63 | | 54: | Nebuchadnezzar's Fall. | Frowning over the riddle that Daniel told, | | 20 | 62 | | 55: | Neglectful Edward. | Edward back from the Indian Sea, | | 21 | 62 | | 56: | Nine O'Clock. | Nine of the clock, oh! | | 16 | 171 | | 57: | Not Dead | Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, | | 11 | 76 | | 58: | Outlaws. | Owls: they whinney down the night, | | 36 | 82 | | 59: | Pot And Kettle. | Come close to me, dear Annie, while I bind a lover's knot. | | 16 | 65 | | 60: | Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock. | He had met hours of the clock he never guessed before, | | 30 | 57 | | 61: | Rocky Acres. | This is a wild land, country of my choice, | | 28 | 63 | | 62: | Smoke-Rings | Most venerable and learned sir, | | 20 | 73 | | 63: | Song: One Hard Look. | Small gnats that fly | | 24 | 65 | | 64: | Sorley's Weather | When outside the icy rain | | 20 | 73 | | 65: | Sospan Fach. | Four collier lads from Ebbw Vale | | 36 | 55 | | 66: | Star-Talk | Are you awake, Gemelli, | | 40 | 82 | | 67: | Strong Beer | What do you think | | 38 | 59 | | 68: | Sullen Moods | Love, do not count your labour lost | | 36 | 60 | | 69: | The "Alice Jean". | One moonlit night a ship drove in, | | 36 | 65 | | 70: | The Assault Heroic | Down in the mud I lay, | | 50 | 65 | | 71: | The Beacon. | The silent shepherdess, | | 24 | 59 | | 72: | The Bough Of Nonsense | Back from the Somme two Fusiliers | | 36 | 63 | | 73: | The Boy Out Of Church. | As Jesus and his followers | | 24 | 57 | | 74: | The Caterpillar | Under this loop of honeysuckle, | | 24 | 54 | | 75: | The Cottage | Here in turn succeed and rule | | 35 | 61 | | 76: | The Cruel Moon | The cruel Moon hangs out of reach | | 12 | 54 | | 77: | The Cupboard. | What's in that cupboard, Mary? | | 20 | 68 | | 78: | The General Elliott | He fell in victory's fierce pursuit, | | 32 | 68 | | 79: | The God Called Poetry. | Now I begin to know at last, | | 59 | 67 | | 80: | The Lady Visitor In The Pauper Ward | Why do you break upon this old, cool peace, | | 8 | 67 | | 81: | The Last Post | The bugler sent a call of high romance, | | 9 | 77 | | 82: | The Leveller. | Near Martinpuisch that night of hell | | 20 | 63 | | 83: | The Next War | You young friskies who today | | 44 | 80 | | 84: | The Patchwork Bonnet | Across the room my silent love I throw, | | 25 | 66 | | 85: | The Picture Book. | When I was not quite five years old | | 54 | 43 | | 86: | The Pier-Glass | Lost manor where I walk continually | | 57 | 56 | | 87: | The Poet In The Nursery | The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling | | 30 | 54 | | 88: | The Promised Lullaby. | Can I find True-Love a gift | | 22 | 61 | | 89: | The Shivering Beggar | Near Clapham village, where fields began, | | 36 | 52 | | 90: | The Spoilsport | My familiar ghost again | | 24 | 73 | | 91: | The Three Drinkers. | Blacksmith Green had three strong sons, | | 16 | 71 | | 92: | The Troll's Nosegay | A simple nosegay! was that much to ask? | | 18 | 60 | | 93: | The Voice Of Beauty Drowned. | Cry from the thicket my heart's bird! | | 32 | 62 | | 94: | The Well-Dressed Children. | Here's flowery taffeta for Mary's new gown: | | 16 | 50 | | 95: | Thunder At Night. | Restless and hot two children lay | | 24 | 64 | | 96: | To An Ungentle Critic | The great sun sinks behind the town | | 28 | 64 | | 97: | To E.M., A Ballad Of Nursery Rhyme. | Strawberries that in gardens grow | | 64 | 64 | | 98: | To Lucasta On Going To The War, For The Fourth Time | It doesn't matter what's the cause, | | 26 | 63 | | 99: | To Robert Nichols | Here by a snowbound river | | 25 | 62 | | 100: | Tom Taylor. | On pay-day nights, neck-full with beer, | | 33 | 66 | | 101: | True Johnny. | Johnny, sweetheart, can you be true | | 36 | 63 | | 102: | Two Fusiliers | And have we done with War at last? | | 18 | 68 | | 103: | Vain And Careless. | Lady, lovely lady, | | 28 | 71 | | 104: | When I'm Killed | When I'm killed, don't think of me | | 18 | 59 |
About: Robert von Ranke Graves (also known as Robert Ranke Graves and most commonly Robert Graves) was an English poet, translator and novelist. During his long life he produced more than 140 works. Graves' poems, together with his translations and innovative interpretations of the Greek myths, his memoir of his early life, including his role in the First World War, Goodbye to All That, and his historical study of poetic inspiration, The White Goddess—have never been out of print.
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