5 FEBRUARY 1927, page 14
Poetry
The Nursery on a Wet Day IN remembering his boyhood, full oft the poet sighs For fields and streams and coppices and cloudless so noue skies, Or perhaps he dreams of snowballs......
[a Letter From Dublin.] [to The Editor Of The Spectator.]
Sin,—If Dublin ranks intellectually as a European capital, we must thank the Abbey Theatre and Dr. W. B. Yeats's production of Oedipus the King. At first blush it might be......
A Lerrra From Manchuria [to The Editor Of The Spectator.]
have recently returned from Manchuria, after spending the 'whole of last month travelling over the country on the Amur and Sungari rivers by steamboat and junk and by car and......
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