19 JULY 1935, page 13

Marginal Comments

By ROSE MACAULAY A POET resembles a war horse ; the glory of his nostrils is terrible, he paweth in the valley, he swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage, he saith among......

By Desire Of The Duke Of Wellington

By E. L. WOODWARD T WO squared stones ; a monument smaller by how many times than the Great Pyramid, but how many times more distinguished. The pyramids, those hugious heapes of......

The Journey

THE days have dosed behind my back Since I came into these Wits. . Now 'memory is a distant field One peasant tills and tills. So far away, if I should turn I know I would never......