Jane Austen and Palgrave

At Lyme Regis


Calm, azure, marble sea,
As a fair palace pavement largely spread,
Where the grey bastions of the eternal hills
Lean over languidly,
Bosomed with leafy trees and garlanded!

Peace is on all I view;
Sunshine and peace; earth clear as heaven one hour;
Save where the sailing cloud it's dusky line
Ruffles along the blue,
Brushed by the soft wing of the silent shower.

In no profounder calm
Did the great Spirit over ocean brood,
Ere the first hill his yet unclouded crest
Rear'd, or the first fair palm
Doubled her maiden beauty in the flood.

Francis Turner Palgrave
(1824-1897)



The poem is undated and unsourced... but we believe it originates from his rare booklet of poems "A Lyme Garland" of 1874. We also know that Palgrave made his first visit to Lyme Regis in 1867, so, it was almost certainly written between 1867 and 1874. Much earlier, prior to the great Lyme Regis fire of May 16th 1844, this building (now The Sanctuary Bookshop, No. 65 Broad Street) was 'The Three Cups Hotel', which, after the fire, was rebuilt further up Broad Street. Interestingly, Palgrave states that this building (65 Broad Street) was the Hotel where, "…the Musgrove Party stayed" (from Jane Austen's famous novel "Persuasion"). The whole episode is fully discussed in another rare book "Jane Austen and Lyme Regis" by Emma Austen-Leigh (1941).

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The Lover

Though I have had friends
And a beautiful love
There is one lover I await above all.
She will not come to me
In the time of soft plum-blossoms
When the air is gay with birds singing
And the sky is a delicate caress;
She will come from the midst of a vast clamour
With a mist of stars about her
And great beckoning plumes of smoke
Upon her leaping horses.

And she will bend suddenly and clasp me;
She will clutch me with fierce arms
And stab me with a kiss like a wound
That bleeds slowly.

But though she will hurt me at first
In her strong gladness
She will soon soothe me gently
And cast upon me an unbreakable sleep
Softly and forever.

Richard Aldington

Aldington, came to Dorset in June of 1916 for his army training and was one of those fortunate enough to survive the conflict. Other war poets, such as Wilfred Owen, were not so lucky. Over 900,000 British servicemen perished in the four years of the war and many, many more were wounded.

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