Clive Bell

Clive Bell

Summary

Portrait of Clive Bell Clive Bell,  Poems

“ Where dead minds live, upon the lips of men
And deep in hearts that stir. Wherefore do I,
Drawing a little near, prophetically,
Send you a book.
Books are the heart's memorial. They shall measure,
In after days, our undiscovered treasure,—
Thrilling self-knowledge, half-divined untold
Yearnings, and tongueless agonies, shall unfold
Or half unfold to half-illumined eyes.
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Clive Bell Clive Bell,  Poems

“ And all across the ferry,
Avid as bees under the trees—
Probably they'll be merry:
And back again, under the rain,
As wild as wind-tossed plovers,
Wet and chill and enchanted still—
I fear they must be lovers.
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Clive Bell Clive Bell,  Poems

“ O iced gin-slings are pretty good in Ascot week at tea,
And, though no poet, I protest lilacs have bloomed for me:
But when beneath one baldaquin two bees are but one sting,
The lilacs and the juniper are quite another thing.
”
Source: Gutenberg

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