Who is Stephen Phillips

Stephen Phillips (28 July 1864 – 9 December 1915) was an English poet and dramatist, who enjoyed considerable popularity early in his career.BiographyHe was born at Somertown near Oxford, the son of the Rev. Stephen Phillips, precentor of Peterborough Cathedral. He was educated at Stratford and Peterborough Grammar Schools, and considered entering Queens' College, Cambridge on a minor scholarship to study classics; but he instead went to a London crammer to prepare for the civil service. In 1885, however, he moved to Wolverhampton to join his cousin F. R. Benson's dramatic company, and for six years he played various small parts.In 1890 a slender volume of verse was published at Oxford with the title Primavera, which contained contributions by him and by his cousin Laurence Binyon and ot...
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Stephen Phillips Poems

  • Poems
    No Muse will I invoke; for she is fled!
    Lo! where she sits, breathing, yet all but dead.
    She loved the heavens of old, she thought them fair;
    And dream'd of Gods in Tempe's golden air. ...
  • Orestes
    Me in far lands did Justice call, cold queen
    Among the dead, who after heat and haste
    At length have leisure for her steadfast voice,
    That gathers peace from the great deeps of hell. ...
  • A Dream
    My dead love came to me, and said,
    'God gives me one hour's rest,
    To spend with thee on earth again:
    How shall we spend it best?' ...
  • To A Lost Love
    I cannot look upon thy grave,
    Though there the rose is sweet:
    Better to hear the long wave wash
    These wastes about my feet! ...
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