The Praise

Figure descriptions

A peacock perches on a branch. Its plumage extends below the branch. Leaves and flowers grow from the branch, surrounding the peacock. 1/64 page.

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Metadata

The Praise

Poet(s)

M C G. (poet; Century Guild)
Pseudonym:
M C G.

Credits

Illustrator

Unsigned

Metadata research and editing

DVPP Project Team

Source

The Century Guild Hobby Horse 0:1, 15–17, April 1884.

First line

Deceived, unloved; yet far too loved by me

Authorship

Pseudonymous

Document status

Generated: The file was automatically generated from metadata in the project metadata database.

Related poems

Linked as a series in the same issue

Fore-Thoughts
1 (“Surely thou wanderest sometimes o’er the waste”)
2 (“A bee hangs over every flower”)
3 (“Hold—hold my hands and lure my lips awhile”)
The Fire’s Breath
1 (“Nelly, if I could prophesy thee never”)
2 (“I will love thee as a spirit”)
3 (“Only a sense of something, Sweet”)
4 (“Death is now a hope of sorrow”)
5 (“Love, I cannot hold thee longer”)
6 (“Are not these too poor to give you”)
After Thoughts
1 (“You leave me, dear, a craft of fear”)
2 (“When the song raves in thy head”)
3 (“O Glory mine, black floods are thick”)

Notes and attribution research

This poem appears in the prospectus issue of Century Guild Hobby Horse. Poem included under the general title The Praise (15-33). Page images kindly supplied by the University of British Columbia Library. (SP)

DVPP id

Numeric id of this poem in the DVPP collection: 15985

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Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry

The Praise