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    The Moon Endureth

    By John Buchan

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    Around my feet the clouds are drawn In the cold mystery of the dawn; No breezes cheer, no guests intrude My mossy, mist-clad solitude; When sudden down the steeps of sky Flames a long, lightening wind. On high The steel-blue arch shines clear, and far, In the low lands where cattle are, Towns smoke. And swift, a haze, a gleam,— The Firth lies like a frozen stream, Reddening with morn. Tall spires of ships, Like thorns about the harbour's lips, Now shake faint canvas, now, asleep, Their salt, uneasy slumbers keep; While golden-grey, o'er kirk and wall, Day wakes in the ancient capital. Before me lie the lists of strife, The caravanserai of life, Whence from the gates the merchants go On the world's highways; to and fro Sail laiden ships; and in the street The lone foot-traveller shakes his feet, And in some corner by the fire Tells the old tale of heart's desire.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStart Classics
    Release dateApr 17, 2014
    ISBN9781609778453
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    John Buchan

    John Buchan was a Scottish diplomat, barrister, journalist, historian, poet and novelist, born in Perth in 1875. He published nearly 30 novels and seven collections of short stories. After spells as a war correspondent, Lloyd George’s Director of Information and Conservative MP, Buchan moved to Canada in 1935. He served as Governor General there until his death in 1940.

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    • 4/5
      This is a collection of tales of subdued mystery and gentle Weirdness, usually set against a dramatic background -- a picturesque Italian mountain village, rainy Scottish glens, barely-charted South Africa. The foreground is taken up by Pakistani magic potions, Pre-Christian Semitic Goddesses, or the Weirdness that is advanced and Quantum physics. The stories themselves were interesting enough, though they are interspersed with narrative-ish poems, which I found pretty forgettable.
    • 3/5
      A collection of short stories with brief poetic pieces set between them. Several of the stories are quite interesting, even gripping. Others I found somewhat tiresome. Those that contain passages of almost inscrutable archaic Scottish dialent I found particularly difficult to warm to. The poetry is forgettable.