WebCollected Poems of Geoffrey Winthrop Young Geoffrey Winthrop Young. Published by Metheun & Co., London, 1936. Condition: near fine/near fine Hardcover. Save for Later. From Midway Book Store (ABAA) (St. Paul, MN, U.S.A.) AbeBooks Seller Since August 9, 1997 Seller Rating. Association Member: ABAA; MWABA ... http://archive.spectator.co.uk/article/11th-december-1909/21/recent---verse-mr-geoffrey-young-is-to-our-thinkin

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Webof the truest poets who have dawned of late on the horizon. This does not mean that he is a great poet,—not yet, at any rate; but he • (1) Wind and Hill. By Geoffrey Winthrop Young. London Smith, Elder, and Co. 3e. Bd. met.]—(2) The Enchanted Island, and other Poems. By Alfred Noyes. London : W. Blackwood and Sons. ffs. net.)—(3) An Amp/er Sky. By … Geoffrey Winthrop Young (25 October 1876 – 8 September 1958) was a British climber, poet and educator, and author of several notable books on mountaineering. Young was born in Kensington, the middle son of Sir George Young, 3rd Baronet (see Young Baronets), a noted classicist and charity commissioner, o… cmit 495 project 2

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WebGeoffrey Winthrop Young (25 October 1876 – 8 September 1958) was a British climber, poet and educator, and author of several notable books on mountaineering. Young was born in Kensington , the middle son of Sir George Young, 3rd Baronet (see Young Baronets ), a noted classicist and charity commissioner, of Formosa Place at Cookham in ... WebBrowse all Famous poems > By Geoffrey Winthrop Young . 462 views +list. Share it with your friends: Make comments, explore modern poetry. Join today for free! Sign up with Facebook WebWhat does the world think? What my sense shall make it;There is no world but what is in my mind;It has no truth, but as I choose to take it;It cannot hurt, if I but call it kind: I am alone, and all the shapes of earth Are empty—till I bring their life to birth.The winds live not: I listen, and they sing to me,Motionless hills are gods with whom I walk;Sunshine and night have cm.j19im