By Matthew Arnold 2
Dover Beach
The sea is calm to-night.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!Only, from the long line of sprayWhere the sea meets the moon-blanched land,Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw...
Read MoreRudyard Kipling: The White Man’s Poet
Editor’s Note: This article is from National Vanguard, March 1984. The author is not credited. If you know the name of the article’s author and it is appropriate to credit him, please contact me. This version is from Irminsul’s Racial Nationalist Library site.One hundred years ago, in Lahore — today the second city in independent Pakistan but then an...
Read MoreGeorge Orwell on W. B. Yeats as Occult Fascist
“W. B. Yeats” (1943)by George OrwellOne thing that Marxist criticism has not succeeded in doing is to trace the connection between “tendency” and literary style. The subject-matter and imagery of a book can be explained in sociological terms, but its texture seemingly cannot. Yet some such connection there must be. One knows, for instance, that a Socialist would...
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The “Withering White Rose”
Mansions of IrkallaJ. D. PryceCharleston: BookSurge Publishing, 2008In his ambitious first collection, J. D. Pryce undertakes an unusual project—a nearly four hundred-page volume consisting of two surprisingly consonant sections: the first a shocking and diverse assortment of original poems, and the second a tasteful selection of translated verse.Despite the harmony of its...
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