Louise Imogen Guiney Star Poems

  • 1.
    Down the long road, bent and brown,
    Youth, that dearly loves a vision,
    Ventures to the gate Elysian,
    As a pilgrim from the town.
    ...
  • 2.
    I

    The mare is pawing by the oak,
    The chaise is cool and wide
    ...
  • 3.
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  • 4.
    SUCH natural debts of love our Oxford knows,
    So many ancient dues undesecrate,
    I marvel how the landmark of a hate
    For witness unto future time she chose;
    ...
  • 5.
    ARE favoring ladies above thee?
    Are there dowries and lands? Do they say
    Seven others are fair? But I love thee:
    Aultre nĂ¢??auray!
    ...
  • 6.
    The spacious open vale, the vale of doom,
    Is full of autumn sunset; blue and strong
    The semicirque of water sweeps among
    Her lofty acres, each a martyr's tomb;
    ...
  • 7.
    I

    We chose the faint chill morning, friend and friend,
    Pacing the twilight out beneath an oak,
    ...
Total 7 Star Poems by Louise Imogen Guiney

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Kate Drew-Wilkinson: Louise Imogen Guiney is my Great Great Aunt. She took my young Mother, Louise Guiney and my great Aunts Grace and Ruth Guiney to England, to Oxford and cared for them until her death. I have stories and many images of her with family, thanks to Grace and Ruth making a family album. Pictures by Fred Holland Day. I have pictures of her with her cat Wee -one.. and I will spend the rest of my days reading, researching and enjoying, now that I am 83. I would love to hear from any of those who know and love her work, or any way I can be led to some Guiney relatives..The only ones I knew and knew well were my Great Aunts, living outside Oxford.

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