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There he finds the intense fraternity of war and fear unlike anything he has ever known.

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Australian poet Frederick Manning's autobiographical novel was first published anonymously in due to the brutal honesty with which he wrote about the horror, the boredom, and the futility of war. Scenes and portraits by Frederic Manning Book 24 editions published between and in English and held by WorldCat member libraries worldwide.

Poems by Frederic Manning 28 editions published between and in English and held by WorldCat member libraries worldwide. Eidola by Frederic Manning 21 editions published between and in English and held by WorldCat member libraries worldwide. The vigil of Brunhild : a narrative poem by Frederic Manning Book 14 editions published between and in English and held by WorldCat member libraries worldwide. Epicurus's Morals by Epicurus Book 4 editions published in in English and held by WorldCat member libraries worldwide. The middle parts of fortune by Frederic Manning Recording 11 editions published between and in English and held by 71 WorldCat member libraries worldwide First published anonymously in because its language was considered far too frank for the public circulation, The Middle Parts of Fortune was hailed by T.

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Its author was in fact Frederic Manning, an Australian writer who fought in the Battle of the Somme in , and who told his story of men at war from the perspective of an ordinary soldier. You are commenting using your Facebook account. Notify me of new comments via email.

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Grotesque These are the damned circles Dante trod, Terrible in hopelessness, But even skulls have their humour, An eyeless and sardonic mockery: And we, Sitting with streaming eyes in the acrid smoke, That murks our foul, damp billet, Chant bitterly, with raucous voices As a choir of frogs In hideous irony, our patriotic songs. Frederic Manning.


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Add to Wishlist. USD 0. Sign in to Purchase Instantly. Explore Now. Buy As Gift. As a wave of the sea that whelms A rock, and its crest uprears, Through the wreck of the trampled wheat The charge of the charioteers Thundering broke. A sleet Veiled light, and the air was alive, As with hissing of snakes, as with swarms Of the Spring by a populous hive, As with wind, and the clamour of storms: So hurtled the arrowy hail Loosed from the Amazon ranks, Smote ringing on brazen mail, [Pg 2] Struck fanged through the shuddering flanks Of the stallions; and half were hurled In the dust, and broken, and brayed By the chariots over them whirled, Which, eager and undismayed, Swept ruining on to the hordes Of the Amazonian camp, With the lightning of terrible swords; Till the dead were heaped, as a ramp For the quick.

But the chariots shocked On the thicket of close-set spears; And the long ranks reeled, and rocked, Broke; and the charioteers Went through them, cleaving as ploughs Cleave earth: they were rent, and tossed With the tumult of tortured boughs.

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And the stallions, with foam embossed, Fought, tearing each other with teeth, In the red, blind rage of their lust, Screaming; and writhed underneath The wounded, trodden as must Of the grapes trodden out in the press, Empurpling the knees, and bare [Pg 3] Thighs of the men. Through the stress Of their shoulders drove as a share, Hippolyta. Avenging she came; And they streamed, and they surged round her car, The women: her face was a flame As she rode through the tempest of war; And they cried, made glad with the sight, As those desiring the dawn, When the darkness is cloven by light, Cry for gladness: they rallied, upborne, When she rayed as the sun through their cloud.

But she strung the bow, and she prayed Unto Artemis, calling aloud, As a maid might call to a maid; And the Goddess of shining brows Heard, as she paused from the chace Upon Tainaros hoary with snows; And a shadow darkened her face: A shadow, and then a ray Lightening, glorying, smiled, As her thought pierced years to a day Unborn, and an unborn child, [Pg 4] With the pure fount of his praise Lifted to her, from the shrine Rock-hewn, at the three cross-ways In a waste of hills, as wine Gladdening her; and she shed A wonder, a terror, a fear, A beauty that filled with dread, A glory no eyes might bear On her maid; stooped, hushed, from the height Her thought, as a bird on the wing, Rained down from her, swifter than light.


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    • Hippolyta notched on the string An arrow, and loosed it, and smote, As he drove at her car with a jest, Agelaus, cleaving his throat Speechless; and smote through the breast Polytherses; and Euenor then Felt the teeth of the flints at his veins, As his mares dragged him back to his men All bloody, entangled in reins; Then Damastor she smote: and they fled As doves or as linnets fly When a hawk that has towered overhead [Pg 5] Stoops, ravening, out of the sky On their quires.

    But her arrows sighed After them, swifter than feet: They ran, shrieked, stumbled, and died, Shot through with her shafts.

    Grotesque (Frederic Manning Poem)

    In the wheat, With the sunlight gilding their greaves, Helmets, and shields, and mail, They lay, strewn thickly as leaves When Autumn has swung his flail. But afar, where Thermodon rolled The deep, swift strength of its flood To the ocean turbidly gold, Drave Theseus, eager for blood; And as herds stampede in affright At the reek of the beast in the air Precipitately through the night When a lion forth comes from his lair, So the women before him fled In a rout, headlong, overborne, For he drave as a beast all red, With the blood of the prey he had torn, Circled them round; they were rent, Whirled under him, flung from him, far [Pg 6] Seaward, and lost; until spent, Heaped in a mound by her car Broken, and dying, and dead, Hippolyta saw.

    And she fled.