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    The Poetry of John Payne - Volume I: Lautrec & The Masque of Shadows
    The Poetry of John Payne - Volume I: Lautrec & The Masque of Shadows
    The Poetry of John Payne - Volume I: Lautrec & The Masque of Shadows
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    John Payne was born on 23rd August 1842 in Bloomsbury, London.

    He began his career in the legal profession but thus was soon put to one side as he began his renowned translations of Boccaccio's Decameron, The Arabian Nights, and then the poets Omar Khayyam, François Villon and Diwan Hafez. Of the latter, who he ranked in the same bracket as Dante and Shakepeare, he said; he takes the "whole sweep of human experience and irradiates all things with his sun-gold and his wisdom".

    Later Payne became involved with limited edition publishing, and the Villon Society, which was dedicated to the poems of François Villon who was Frances’ best known poet of the middle Ages and unfortunately also a thief and a murderer.

    John Payne died on 11th February, 1916 at the age of 73 in South Kensington, London.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPortable Poetry
    Release dateNov 27, 2018
    ISBN9781787802469
    The Poetry of John Payne - Volume I: Lautrec & The Masque of Shadows
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    John Payne

    John is a 28-year veteran, serving the Victorian community within Corrections, Government Investigations and as a Volunteer firefighter and lives in the northern suburbs of Melbourne, Austraslia. During his career, he was involved in many incidents including the Black Saturday bushfire in which he was honoured with the Emergency Service Medal. As a direct result of his service, he was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) a condition in which he has lived with for the past 9 years. John is passionate about addressing the stigma associated with mental illness and advocating awareness to the greater community, particularly to first responders. One of his key messages is, ‘Reach out early – you will be supported and don’t suffer in silence.’ Encouraging early help-seeking is a crucial priority in any effective mental health strategy.

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      The Poetry of John Payne - Volume I - John Payne

      The Poetry of John Payne

      Volume I - Lautrec and The Masque of Shadows

      John Payne was born on 23rd August 1842 in Bloomsbury, London.

      He began his career in the legal profession but thus was soon put to one side as he began his renowned translations of Boccaccio's Decameron, The Arabian Nights, and then the poets Omar Khayyam, François Villon and Diwan Hafez.  Of the latter, who he ranked in the same bracket as Dante and Shakepeare, he said; he takes the whole sweep of human experience and irradiates all things with his sun-gold and his wisdom

      Later Payne became involved with limited edition publishing, and the Villon Society, which was dedicated to the poems of François Villon who was Frances’ best known poet of the middle Ages and unfortunately also a thief and a murderer.

       John Payne died on 11th February, 1916 at the age of 73 in South Kensington, London.

      Index of Contents

      Lautrec

      Masque of Shadows

      John Payne – A Concise Bibliography

      LAUTREC

      The moon comes strangely late to-night,

      And yet meseems the dusk has laid

      On all its woven hands of shade;

      Spent is the tall wan altar-light

      And the last vesper-prayer is pray'd.

      The last chimes of the vesper bell

      Along the sighing wind have died;

      And as it were a shadowtide

      Rolled upward from the gates of Hell,

      The stem gloom surges far and wide.

      I lie close shut within my bier;

      And yet, despite the graven stone,

      I feel the spells the night has strown.

      The spells of sorcery and fear.

      Unto me through the air sink down:

      The many-mingling influences;

      The viewless throb of awful mights;

      The flutter of the grey-wing'd sprights;

      A press of shadowy semblances;

      The dreadful things that fly by nights.

      I feel the spells of Fate and Fear

      That hold the empire of the dark:

      Like unseen birds their flight I mark

      Athwart the teeming air and hear

      The ghosts rush past me, as I hark.

      Lo! there the charm fled through the night

      That sets the witch's black soul free

      To revel over earth and sea,

      Whilst the reft corpse lies stark and white:

      And still the grave grips hold on me.

      Ah! there again the hot thrill swept

      Across the dusk brown-breasted air.

      I know it: see, the graves gape bare,

      Answering; and one by one, upleapt,

      The hell-hounds startle from their lair.

      A flash as of a dead man's eyes,

      Blue as the fires that streak the storm!

      And from their dwelling with the worm.

      See where the restless spirits rise,

      Each like a vapour in man's form.

      The signs begin to thicken fast:

      A noise of horns, as if there blew

      The clarions of all storms that brew

      Within the world-womb for the blast

      That bids the earth and sea renew:

      And to that call the shapes rouse forth

      That make night weird with wailing ghosts

      Of frightful beasts, whose flame-breathed hosts

      East unto West and South to North

      Laid waste of old the night's grey coasts;

      Until the Christ-god came to bear

      Back with his smile the age's gloom,

      And withered back into their doom.

      They died: yet, wraiths of what they were,

      Still in the night they cheat the tomb

      And wander over hill and dale.

      An awful host,

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