The Home Book of Verse — Volume 4 by Burton Egbert Stevenson

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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962 Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962
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Hey, have you ever stumbled upon a book that feels like a time capsule? That's exactly what happened to me with 'The Home Book of Verse — Volume 4.' Forget the title—this isn't just some dusty poetry collection. It's a massive, curated journey through centuries of feeling, from anonymous medieval ballads to the passionate Romantics. The real magic? Burton Egbert Stevenson wasn't just an editor; he was a collector of human moments. This volume feels like being handed a key to a vast library where every shelf holds a different emotion, a different era, a different voice waiting to whisper to you. It's less about reading poems and more about discovering the echoes of how people have always loved, grieved, and wondered about the world. Perfect for when you want to read something real, but don't know where to start.
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him, he raised a horn to his lips and blew three blasts upon it. Then he waited. The blue sky was above him, the great trees stood away from him, and the little child lay at his feet. He waited, and then he heard the thud-thud of great hooves. And then from between the trees he saw coming toward him the strangest of all beings, one who was half man and half horse; this was Chiron the centaur. Chiron came toward the trembling slave. Greater than any horse was Chiron, taller than any man. The hair of his head flowed back into his horse’s mane, his great beard flowed over his horse’s chest; in his man’s hand he held a great spear. Not swiftly he came, but the slave could see that in those great limbs of his there was speed like to the wind’s. The slave fell upon his knees. And with eyes that were full of majesty and wisdom and limbs that were full of strength and speed, the king-centaur stood above him. “O my lord,” the slave said, “I have come before thee sent by Æson, my master, who told me where to come and what blasts to blow upon the horn. And Æson, once King of Iolcus, bade me say to thee that if thou dost remember his ancient friendship with thee thou wilt, perchance, take this child and guard and foster him, and, as he grows, instruct him with thy wisdom.” “For Æson’s sake I will rear and foster this child,” said Chiron the king-centaur in a deep voice. The child lying on the moss had been looking up at the four-footed and two-handed centaur. Now the slave lifted him up and placed him in the centaur’s arms. He said: “Æson bade me tell thee that the child’s name is Jason. He bade me give thee this ring with the great ruby in it that thou mayst give it to the child when he is grown. By this ring with its ruby and the images engraved on it Æson may know his son when they meet after many years and many changes. And another thing Æson bade me say to thee, O my lord Chiron: not presumptuous is he, but he knows that this child has the regard of the immortal Goddess Hera, the wife of Zeus.” Chiron held Æson’s son in his arms, and the little child put hands into his great beard. Then the centaur said, “Let Æson know that his son will be reared and fostered by me, and that, when they meet again, there will be ways by which they will be known to each other.” [Illustration] Saying this Chiron the centaur, holding the child in his arms, went swiftly toward the forest arches; then the slave took up the horn and went down the side of the Mountain Pelion. He came to where a horse was hidden, and he mounted and rode, first to a city, and then to a village that was beyond the city. All this was before the famous walls of Troy were built; before King Priam had come to the throne of his father and while he was still known, not as Priam, but as Podarces. And the beginning of all these happenings was in Iolcus, a city in Thessaly. Cretheus founded the city and had ruled over it in days before King Priam was born. He left two sons, Æson and Pelias. Æson succeeded his father. And because he was a mild and gentle man the men of war did not love Æson; they wanted...

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Let's clear something up first: this isn't a novel with a single plot. Calling 'The Home Book of Verse — Volume 4' a 'story' in the traditional sense isn't quite right. Instead, think of it as a guided tour through the history of human emotion, curated by Burton Egbert Stevenson over a century ago. He didn't write these poems; he collected them, organizing this volume to flow from themes of love and nature to reflections on life and death. You'll jump from the playful rhythms of old English folk songs to the intense, personal sonnets of the Elizabethans, all the way to the thoughtful, quieter verses of Stevenson's own contemporaries. The 'narrative' is the unfolding story of poetry itself.

Why You Should Read It

I love this book because it takes the intimidation out of poetry. Stevenson did the hard work for us. You don't need a literature degree; you can just open it to any page and find something that speaks to you. One minute you're reading a heartbreaking lament from the 1600s, and the next, a funny, clever rhyme from the 1800s. It shows that the things that move us—a beautiful landscape, missing someone, the fear of time passing—haven't really changed. The characters here are the poets and their timeless voices. It's a book for browsing, for getting lost in, and for finding those perfect lines that feel like they were written just for you.

Final Verdict

This is the perfect book for curious readers who think they 'don't get' poetry, or for anyone who wants a fascinating, browsable anthology that feels more personal than a textbook. It's for people who love history, but want to feel it rather than just memorize dates. Keep it on your nightstand or in your living room. Dip in for five minutes or an hour. It's a patient, generous book that offers a new friend—or a new feeling—every time you open it.



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