27 NOVEMBER 1936, page 13

Landing

HERE drifted flesh, and drowned bone, and unknown Fabulous sea-foliage are washed upon the sand : Here, in this brilliant land, My eyes perceive no shadow but their own. • The......

Marginal Comments

By ROSE MACAULAY The Irish, those prime naggers, are still going on about Cromwell, 1798, and 1916. The various religious bodies are still raking up with rancour the deplorable......

Lyric Strain

By JOHN RAYNOR Yet you may still find the essence of these joys ; the • unquenchable fire of lyricism, albeit curtailed and ham- pered, breaking out . in some form or another ;......