POETRY:
AUTHOR, who this turf may trample, seek to follow their example, and to standardize your frenzy like Hugh Walpole and Mackenzie.
JOHN GALS WORTHY.
Ash to ash, to earth the earthy was not spoken of Galsworthy. Like his books, the soul of John goes marching on, and on, and on.
H. G. WELLS.
After having given birth to a new heaven and a new earth, thinking out new sorts of Hells here lies Mr. H. G. Wells.
JAMES JOYCE AND D. II. LAWRENCE.
Lawrence here for ever blames Joyce's reticence, while James goes on stating his abhorrence of the prudery of Lawrence.
BLOOMSBURY AND MAYNARD KEYNES.
Confident that art and brains end with them (and Maynard Keynes), the school of Bloomsbury lies here, greeting the unseen with a sneer.
Tun POETS.
Here with Keats and Brooke and Shelley, waiting for the last reveille, lie immortal, cool and fair Hodgson, Yeats, and de la -Mare.
IIHMBERT WOLFE.
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