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    Vigil & Vision. New Sonnets
    Vigil & Vision. New Sonnets
    Vigil & Vision. New Sonnets
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    Vigil & Vision. New Sonnets

    By John Payne

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    John Payne was born on 23rd August 1842 in Bloomsbury, London.

    He began his career in the legal profession but thus was soon put to one side as he began his renowned translations of Boccaccio's Decameron, The Arabian Nights, and then the poets Omar Khayyam, François Villon and Diwan Hafez. Of the latter, who he ranked in the same bracket as Dante and Shakepeare, he said; he takes the "whole sweep of human experience and irradiates all things with his sun-gold and his wisdom".

    Later Payne became involved with limited edition publishing, and the Villon Society, which was dedicated to the poems of François Villon who was Frances’ best known poet of the middle Ages and unfortunately also a thief and a murderer.

    John Payne died on 11th February, 1916 at the age of 73 in South Kensington, London.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPortable Poetry
    Release dateNov 27, 2018
    ISBN9781787802452
    Vigil & Vision. New Sonnets
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    John Payne

    John is a 28-year veteran, serving the Victorian community within Corrections, Government Investigations and as a Volunteer firefighter and lives in the northern suburbs of Melbourne, Austraslia. During his career, he was involved in many incidents including the Black Saturday bushfire in which he was honoured with the Emergency Service Medal. As a direct result of his service, he was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) a condition in which he has lived with for the past 9 years. John is passionate about addressing the stigma associated with mental illness and advocating awareness to the greater community, particularly to first responders. One of his key messages is, ‘Reach out early – you will be supported and don’t suffer in silence.’ Encouraging early help-seeking is a crucial priority in any effective mental health strategy.

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      Vigil & Vision. New Sonnets - John Payne

      Vigil & Vision. New Sonnets by John Payne

      John Payne was born on 23rd August 1842 in Bloomsbury, London.

      He began his career in the legal profession but thus was soon put to one side as he began his renowned translations of Boccaccio's Decameron, The Arabian Nights, and then the poets Omar Khayyam, François Villon and Diwan Hafez.  Of the latter, who he ranked in the same bracket as Dante and Shakepeare, he said; he takes the whole sweep of human experience and irradiates all things with his sun-gold and his wisdom

      Later Payne became involved with limited edition publishing, and the Villon Society, which was dedicated to the poems of François Villon who was Frances’ best known poet of the middle Ages and unfortunately also a thief and a murderer.

       John Payne died on 11th February, 1916 at the age of 73 in South Kensington, London.

      Index of Contents

      I. SIGNS AND SEASONS

      The Months 

      Two Daybreaks

      In the Hallerthal

      Prophets of the Prime

      Nature's Secret

      In Winter

      False February 

      Primula Veris 

      The Hills Whence My Help Cometh 

      The First of the Alps 

      Spring-Sadness 

      The Lark 

      Ver Salutiferum

      Rosa Benedicta

      The Death of the Wood-warbler 

      Lilies 

      Feathered Ingrates 

      Convallaria Majalis 

      A Mid-March Day 

      Autumn 

      Two Rivers 

      II. THE NIGHT-WATCHES

      White Nights

      Dream-Meetings 

      The Cushat 

      Animae Vigilium 

      The foredawn Hour

      Retrospect

      To the Beloved Dead

      III. MUSICALIA

      But for Music

      Haydn

      Schubert

      Mendelssohn

      Berlioz

      Liszt 

      Smetana 

      Wagneriana

      The Pedigree of the Romantic School in Music

      Mendelssohn

      Merkel

      La Course a l'Abîme

      Schubert 

      At the Piano 

      Field's Nocturn, n°. 16 in F

      J. P. E. Hartmann 

      Vallée d'Obermann 49

      IV. LITTERALIA

      Dante 

      Spencer

      Keats 

      Schopenhauer 

      Pars Poetae 

      Love and Song 

      Sursum Corda 

      Hafiz and Paul 

      Wordsworth 

      Herman Melville

      Stephane Mallarmé

      Auguste Villiers de I’Isle Adam 

      Théodore de Banville 

      E. J. W. Gibb 

      Leconte de Lisle 

      Trinitas Anglica 

      With a Copy of Sully Prudhomme's Les Vaines Ten-dresses 

      Popularity 

      V. UT PICTURA ....

      Pan im Gebüsch

      Le Capuchon Rouge

      Medea 

      Bacchanal 

      Der Tod als Freund 

      Götter im Walde 

      The Two Poles

      Innominata 

      The Rape of Psyche 

      Jesus on Lake Gennesaret

      Edward Burne Jones 

      Valedictory (J. T. N.)

      VI. VARIA

      Our Dead 

      Work 

      In Memoriam Rover, ob. July 2, 1902 

      Martyrs of History 

      Wo Götter sind nicht

      Mens Anglica

      To Max Eberstadt in Willesden Cemetery 

      On the Limpopo. 1900 

      Trans Astra 

      Herculis Columnæ

      Nepiaeimma Eonikon

      Love and Reason 

      Sport 

      Spes Crudelior 

      False Slavery and True 

      Catkind and Humankind 

      The Creation of Woman 

      Rights and Duties 

      Natura Naturans 

      On the South African Horse-Holocaust 

      Hillfoot and Summit 

      Past, Present, Future

      Oignez villain, il vous poindra

      June 11, 1903 

      England's God 

      Liberty, Equality, Fraternity

      Two Ways of Love 

      Conscript and Volunteer 

      ‘’A Mad World, My Masters!’’

      Lux in Animâ

      My Lady Dead 

      Vedantasara 

      The End of the Æon 

      The Return of the Gods

      Return to Barbarism 

      Education True and False

      The Day of Small Things

      The New Invasion of the Barbarians

      Superstition 

      Progress .... Over the Cliff 

      Turk and Slav 

      the Last of the Gods 

      Thought and Truth 

      Personality 

      The God of the Past

      The God of the Future 

      VII. THE SILVER AGE

      The Silver Age 

      Oculo Retorto 

      Et Ego 

      Lucus Deorum 

      Porto Invento 

      Hypnerotomachia

      Life's Summing-up

      Re Infectâ

      Nearing Port

      Mors Janua Vitas 

      Mortuis Dilectis

      John Payne – A Concise Bibliography

      I. 

      SIGNS AND SEASONS

      THE MONTHS

      JANUARY

      This is the bitter birth-month of the year.

      The sun looms large against the leaden sky,

      Rayless and red, as 'twere a giant's eye,

      That through the mists of death abroad doth peer:

      The fettered earth is dumb for frosty cheer,

      Veiling its face to let the blast go by.

      Who said, Spring cometh? Out upon the lie!

      Spring's dead and buried: January’s here.

      Shut to the door; heap logs upon the fire.

      If in your heart there harbour yet some heat,

      Some sense of flowers and light and Summer-sweet,

      In some half-fabulous dream of days foregone

      Remembered, feed withal hope's funeral pyre,

      So you may live to look upon the dawn.

      FEBRUARY

      How long, O Lord, how long the Winter's woes?

      I it to purge the world of sin and stain

      That in its winding-sheet it stands again

      For penance, pining in the shrouded snows?

      Methinks, I do remember of the rose

      To have heard fable in some far domain

      Of old fantastic dreams and fancies vain;

      But what in sooth it was, God only knows'

      Was ever aught but Winter in the land

      Was ever snow time past and Springtime come,

      To bless the brown earth with her flowerful hands?

      Well nigh the cuckoo's call, the wild bee's hum

      Have we forgot. Vet, through the chill snow-cope,

      The kindly crocus blooms and bids us hope.

      MARCH

      March comes at last, the labouring lands to free.

      Rude blusterer, with thy cloud-compelling blast,

      The pining plains from cark of Winter past

      That clear'st and carpetest each bush and tree

      With daffodil and wood-anemone,

      A voice from the illimitable Vast

      Of dreams thou art, the tale that doth forecast

      Of hope yet live and happiness to be.

      And hark, the robin fluting on the bough,

      The rough breeze tangling on his tender breast

      The ruddy plumes! Yet sings he, unopprest,

      The awakening year, the blessed burgeoning

      In wood and weald, the Then becoming Now

      And all the pleasant presage of the Spring.

      APRIL

      Sweet April, with thy mingling tears and smiles,

      Dear maid-child of the changing months that art,

      What wit so blunt, what breast with sorrow's smart

      So sore but must confess thy tender wiles?

      What woes but thy capricious charm beguiles?

      At thy sweet sight, the winter-thoughts depart

      And with glad lips men say and gleeful heart,

      Belike we yet shall greet the Golden Isles.

      Pale as thy primrose, as thy violets sweet,

      Thy varying stint thou fill'st of dainty days;

      Yet, though thy bright prime passeth, still shall praise

      And blessing follow on thy flitting feet

      Nor Summer's sheen thy memory make less dear,

      That bring'st the first-fruits of the flowering year.

      MAY

      The wild bird carolled all the April night,

      Among the leafing limes, as who should say,

      "Lovers, have heed; here cometh in your May,

      "When you shall walk in woods and heart's delight

      Have in the fresh-flowered fields and Spring's sweet sight!

      And truly, with the breaking of the day,

      Came the glad month and all the world was gay

      With lilac-breath and blossoms red and white.

      Oh moon of love, how shall the snowtide do

      To wind the world again with winter-death,

      Whilst in our hearts the thought of thee is blent

      With memories more sweet than honey-dew

      Of all thy nights and days of ravishment,

      Thy birds, thy cowslips and thy hawthorn's breath?

      JUNE

      The empress of the year, the meadows' queen,

      Back from the East, with all her goodly train,

      Is come, to glorify the world again

      With length of light and middle Summer-sheen.

      In every plot, upon her throne of green,

      Bright blooms the rose; with birds and blossom-rain

      And

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