Many Voices
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Many Voices is a 1922 collection of poetry by poet and author Edith Nesbit (1858 – 1924). Nesbit was a prolific and popular writer of children's literature, publishing more than 60 such books under the name E. Nesbit. She was also a political activist and co-founded the Fabian Society, which had a significant influence on the Labour Party and British politics in general. This vintage volume will appeal to poetry lovers of all ages and constitutes a must-have for the discerning collector. Contents include: “The Return”, “For Dolly, Who Does not Learn her Lessons”, “Questions”, “The Daisies”, “The Touchstone”, “The December Rose”, “The Fire”, “The Song”, “The Gift of Life”, “A Parting”, “incompatibilities”, “The Stolen God, Lazarus to Dives”, etc. Other notable works by this author include: “The Prophet's Mantle” (1885), “Something Wrong” (1886), and “The Marden Mystery” (1896). Many vintage books such as this are becoming increasingly scarce and expensive. It is with this in mind that we are republishing this volume now in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition complete with a specially-commissioned new biography of the author.

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Date de parution 17 juin 2019
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EAN13 9781528787499
Langue English
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Many Voices
POEMS
By
E. NESBIT

First published in 1922


This edition published by Read Books Ltd. Copyright © 2019 Read Books Ltd. This book is copyright and may not be
reproduced or copied in any way without
the express permission of the publisher in writing
British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library


To My Dear Daughter In Law And Daughter In Love, Gertrude Bland I, E. Nesbit, Dedicate This Book
Jesson St. Mary’s , R omney , 1922.


Contents
E. Nesbit
THE RETURN
FOR DOLLY
WHO DOES NOT LEARN HER LESSONS
QUESTIONS
THE DAISIES
TH E TOUCHSTONE
THE D ECEMBER ROSE
THE FIRE
SONG
A PARTING
THE GIFT OF LIFE
INCOM PATIBILITIES
TH E STOLEN GOD
LAZA RUS TO DIVES
WINTER
SEA-SHELLS
HOPE
THE PRODI GAL’S RETURN
THE SKYLARK
S ATURDAY SONG
THE CHAMPION
THE GA RDEN REFUSED
THESE LITTLE ONES
THE DESPOT
TH E MAGIC RING
PHILOSOPHY
THE WHIRL IGIG OF TIME
MAGIC
WINDFLOWERS
AS IT IS
B EFORE WINTER
THE VAULT
AF TER SEDGMOOR
SURRENDER
VALUES
IN THE P EOPLE’S PARK
WEDDING DAY
THE LAST DEFEAT
MAY DAY
GRETNA GREEN
THE ETERNAL
THE POINT OF VIEW: I.
THE POINT OF VIEW: II.
MAR Y OF MAGDALA
THE HOME-COMING
AGE TO YOUTH
IN AGE
WHITE MAGIC
FROM TH E PORTUGUESE
THE NEST
T HE OLD MAGIC
FAITH
THE DE ATH OF AGNES
IN TROUBLE
GRATITUDE
AT THE LAST
FEAR
THE DAY OF JUDGMENT
A FAREWELL
IN HOSPITAL
PRAYER IN TIME OF WAR
AT PARTING
INVOCATION
TO HER: IN TIME OF WAR
THE FIELDS OF FLANDERS
SPRING IN WAR-TIME
THE MOT HER’S PRAYER
“INASMUCH AS YE DID IT NOT . . . ”






E. Nesbit
Edith Nesbit was born in Kennington, Surrey in 1858. Her family moved around constantly during her youth, living variously in Brighton, Buckinghamshire, France, Spain and Germany, before settling for three years in Halstead in north-west Kent, a location which later inspired her well-known novel, The Railway Children. In 1880, Nesbit married Hubert Bland, and her writing talents – which had been in evidence during her teens – were quickly needed to bring in e xtra money.
Over the course of her life, Nesbit would go on to publish approximately 40 books for children, including novels, collections of stories and picture books. Among her best-known works are The Story of the Treasure Seekers (1898), The Wouldbegoods (1899) and The Railway Children (1906). Nesbit is regarded by many critics as the first truly 'modern' children's writer, in that she replaced the fantastical worlds utilised by authors such as Lewis Carroll with real-life settings marked by the occasional intrusion of magic. In this, Nesbit is seen as a precursor to writers such as J. K. Rowling and C. S. Lewis. Nesbit was also a lifelong socialist; in 1884 she was among the founding members of the influential Fabian Society. For much of her adult life she was an active lecturer and prolific writer on socialism.
Having suffered from lung cancer for some years, Nesbit died in 1924 at New Romney, Ke nt, aged 65.






THE RETURN
The grass was gray with the moonlit dew, The stones were white as I came through; I came down the path by the thirteen yews, Through the blocks of shade that the moonlight hews. And when I came to the high lych-gate I waited awhile where the corpses wait; Then I came down the road where the moonlight lay Like the fallen ghost of the light of day.
The bats shrieked high in their zigzag flight, The owls’ spread wings were quiet and white, The wind and the poplar gave sigh for sigh, And all about were the rustling shy Little live creatures that love the night— Little wild creatures timid and free. I passed, and they were not afraid of me.
It was over the meadow and down the lane The way to come to my house again: Through the wood where the lovers talk, And the ghosts, they say, get leave to walk. I wore the clothes that we all must wear, And no one saw me walking there, No one saw my pale feet pass By my garden path to my garden grass. My garden was hung with the veil of spring— Plum-tree and pear-tree blossoming; It lay in the moon’s cold sheet of light In garlands and silence, wondrous and white As a dead bride decked for her burying.
Then I saw the face of my house Held close in the arms of the blossomed boughs: I leaned my face to the window bright To feel if the heart of my house beat right. The firelight hung it with fitful gold; It was warm as the house of the dead is cold. I saw the settles, the candles tall, The black-faced presses against the wall, Polished beechwood and shining brass, The gleam of china, the glitter of glass, All the little things that were home to me— Everything as it used to be.
Then I said, “The fire of life still burns, And I have returned whence n

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