Harold Monro Quotes

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Cupid has offered his arrows for Jesus to try;
He has offered his bow for the game.
But Jesus went weeping away, and left him there wondering why.

Harold Monro

O cool glad pasture; living tree, tall corn,
Great cliff, or languid sloping sand, cold sea,
Waves: river curving; you, eternal flowers,
Give me content, while I can think of you:
Give me your living breath!
Back to your rampart, Death!

Harold Monro

The children eat and wriggle and laugh,
The two old ladies stroke their silk;
But the cat is grown small and thin with desire,
Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.

Harold Monro

Harold Monro

Harold Monro

Born: March 14, 1879

Died: March 16, 1932 (aged 53)

Bio: Harold Edward Monro was an English poet born in Brussels and proprietor of the Poetry Bookshop in London, which helped many poets bring their work before the public.

Known for:

The chronicle of a pilgrimage (1909)
Some Poems
Strange Meetings: Poems
Some contemporary poets (1920)

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