Francis Burdett Money-Coutts

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Francis Burdett Money-Coutts
Francis Burdett Thomas Money-Coutts, 5th Baron Latymer (1852–1923) was a British banker, heir to Coutts & Co. He was a writer and poet. He became the 5th Baron Latymer in 1913 when its 336-year abeyance was terminated in his favour by King George V. He is now remembered mostly for his collaboration in London of the 1890s with Isaac Albéniz on Arthurian operas, for which he wrote the libretto. There was a trilogy, of which one only, Merlin, has ever been staged.

the inquest
Not labour kills us; no, nor joy:
The incredulity and frown,
The interference and anno... [read poem]
at lulworth cove a century back
Had I but lived a hundred years ago
I might have gone, as I have gone this year,
By Warmwe... [read poem]
channel firing
That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chanc... [read poem]
the convergence of the twain
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planne... [read poem]
the darkling thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desol... [read poem]
the dead man walking
They hail me as one living,
But don't they know
That I have died of late years,
... [read poem]
fragment
At last I entered a long dark gallery,
Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
Were... [read poem]
satires of circumstance in fifteen glimpses viii: in the study
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,
A typ... [read poem]
in tenebris
Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one... [read poem]
in time of "the breaking of nations"
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and n... [read poem]
the man he killed
"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet... [read poem]
the masked face
I found me in a great surging space,
At either end a door,
And I said: "What is this g... [read poem]
no buyers
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs
Labours along the street in the ra... [read poem]
the ruined maid
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in To... [read poem]
the to-be-forgotten
I heard a small sad sound,
And stood awhile among the tombs around:
"Wherefore, old friend... [read poem]
the voice
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were... [read poem]
"when i set out for lyonnesse"
When I set out for Lyonnesse,
A hundred miles away,
The rime was on the spray,... [read poem]
people
No people are uninteresting.
Their fate is like the chronicle of planets.

Nothing in... [read poem]
talk
You're a brave man they tell me.
I'm not.
Courage has ... [read poem]
no, i'll not take the half...
No, I'll not take the half,
Give me the whole sky! The far-flung earth!
Seas and rivers an... [read poem]
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