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RICHARD LE GALLIENNE (1866–1947) Richard Thomas Gallienne (the “Le” was a later addition by Richard) was born in Liverpool on January 20, 1866. He was the eldest child of John (originally Jean) Gallienne, employed since 1855 at the Birkenhead Brewery, and Jane Smith, from Baxenden, just outside of Liverpool. Le Gallienne
Le Gallienne's poetry is characterized by its lyricism, romantic sensibility, and finely crafted imagery. He favored traditional forms and techniques, often employing classical allusions and drawing inspiration from nature.
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Evening was in the wood, still as the dreaming bracken, secretive,moving softly among the pines as a young witch gathering simples. Shewore a hood of finely woven shadows, yet, though she drew it close,sunbeams trooping westward flashed strange lights across her hauntedface. The birds that lived in the wood had broken out into sudden singing asshe ...
The manner in which Antony had found and come to love Silencieux was astrange illustration of that law by which one love grows out ofanother—that law by which men love living women because of the dead,and dead women because of the living. One day as chance had sent him, picking his way among the orange boxes,the moving farms, and the wig-makers of ...
Antony had not written a poem to his wife since their little girl Wonderhad been born, now some four years ago. Surely it was from no lack oflove, this silence, but merely due to the working of what would seem tobe a law of the artistic temperament: that to turn a muse into a wife,however long and faithfully loved, is to bid good-bye to the muse. B...
But a week or two more, and Beatrice's prophecy had progressed so fartowards fulfilment, that Antony was going about the woods and the moorssaying over to himself the name he had found for the Image, as we saw inthe first chapter; and his love for Silencieux, begun more or less as adetermined self-illusion, grew more and more of a reality. Every da...
So long as the moon held, Antony stole up the wood each night to meetSilencieux—"at the rising of the moon." Sometimes he would lie in ahollow with her head upon his knee, and gaze for an hour at a time,entranced, into her face. He would feign to himself that she slept, andhe would hold his breath lest he should awaken her. Sometimes he wouldsay in...
At the bottom of the valley, approached by sunken honeysuckle lanes thatseemed winding into the centre of the earth, lay three black ponds,almost hidden in a cul-de-sacof woodland. Though long sinceappropriated by nature, made her own by moss and rooted oaks, they wereso set one below the other, with green causeways between each, that anancient art...
Silencieux often spoke to Antony now. Sometimes a sudden, startling wordwhen he was writing late at night; sometimes long tender talks; once aterrible whisper. But all this time she never opened her eyes. Thelashes still lay wet upon her cheeks, and when she spoke her lips seemedhardly to move, only to smile with a deeper meaning, an intenser life....
One hot August afternoon Antony took Silencieux with him to abramble-covered corner of the dark moor which bounded his little wood. Aruined bank soaked with sunshine, a haunt of lizards, a catacomb oflittle lives that creep and run and whisper, made their seat. Silencieux's face, out there under the open sky and in the full blaze ofthe sun, at once...
As Antony and Silencieux became more and more to each other, poorBeatrice, though she had been the first occasion of their love, andlittle as she now demanded, seldom as Antony spoke to her, seldom as hesmiled upon her, distant as were the lonely walks she took, infrequentas was her sad footfall in the little wood,—poor Beatrice, thoughindeed, so f...
So Antony first knew how cruel could be Silencieux to those who lovedher. Her sudden silences he had grown to understand, even to love.Always they had been broken again by some wonderful word, which he hadknown would come sooner or later. All great natures are full of silence.Silence is the soil of all passion. But now it was not silence that wasbe...
Overview. Richard Le Gallienne. (1866—1947) poet and essayist. Quick Reference. (1866–1947), of Channel Islands descent, became attached to the fin‐de‐siècle group which centred on Beardsley; he was an original member of the Rhymers' Club with Yeats, Wilde, L. Johnson, and others.
Richard Le Gallienne (20 January 1866– 15 September 1947) was an English author and poet. The American actress Eva Le Gallienne (1899–1991) was his daughter, by his second marriage. He was born in Liverpool.
It is not clear whether Le Gallienne himself understood the danger these two luminaries – FitzGerald and Khayyám – posed to his own prospects for fame, but the subtitle of his Rubáiyát is ‘a paraphrase of several literal translations by Richard Le Gallienne’, which suggests that the poet was keen to claim his share of the credit.
University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign. Language. English. Item Size. 92984438. Original holograph manuscript by Richard Le Gallienne, with his signature.
