Verlag: Littlehampton Book Services Ltd, 1981
ISBN 10: 0856353728 ISBN 13: 9780856353727
Anbieter: WorldofBooks, Goring-By-Sea, WS, Vereinigtes Königreich
Hardback. Zustand: Good. The book has been read but remains in clean condition. All pages are intact and the cover is intact. Some minor wear to the spine.
Verlag: Headed 44 Lower Sloane Street S.W. 4 May ?, 1912
Anbieter: Richard M. Ford Ltd, London, Vereinigtes Königreich
Three pages, 12mo, bifolium, very good condition. Text: "A line to acknowledge your stirring poem on the loss of the Titanic which I admire much. | I suppose & hope that the story of the band is true, but it requires some corroboration. | May I make one criticism - Why 'tinselled' heroes- There is something in the pomp & circumstance of war no doubt, but leaders in a forlorn hope are heroes all the same; and mere passive resignation to death in which the Chinese would surpass us is not so superior to the courage which induces a man to 'seek the bubble reputation e'en at the cannon's mouth' as you would put it- Excuse the criticism-". Note: I haven't managed to find a Poem about the sinking of the Titanic with the word "tinselled" in it.
Verlag: No place English. Dated at end 'May ', 1912
Anbieter: Richard M. Ford Ltd, London, Vereinigtes Königreich
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4pp., 4to. On three leaves. In fair condition, aged and creased. The poem, headed 'Titanic', is 64 lines long, divided into 15 stanzas (the first ten numbered), and is signed and dated at the end, following 'R.I.P.', 'William Hall | May 1912'. The verse is heartfelt and devout, in style something of a cross between Walt Whitman and William McGonagall. Apparently unpublished. The author is unknown, but the poem reflects the popular response to the celebrated maritime disaster. The four stanzas on the first page read: 'T'was [sic] the eve of the Day of Rest | That the mighty Leviathan | Plowed her way through the Ocean's | Sleeping breast. || Lis't [sic] to the throb of her stately tread | Mark her proportions | From anchor to lofty head | Its harmony sublime || True to her name Titanic, = the vast | Immensity with triumphant symmetry bold | Tis like the pondrous Greeks sculptured cast | This though is silent, this energy untold. || Her maiden voyage! | See how she sweeps along | Joyful and free but alas alas, | The retreating waves echo | Alpha and Omega = | The first and the last.' The poem continues through the remaining eleven stanzas, with references to 'Gloomy forebodings' and 'silent heroism'. The Titanic's captain is envisioned as a 'noble figure on yonder sloping bridge', 'As the hymn "Nearer my God to thee" | Wafts its kindly benediction from below.' Final stanza: 'So do not mourn nor fret their loss, | They are in His Presence & tender care | Rather learn from the Vast never mind what it costs | That in our life the Eternal God must have a share'.