Who is Alfred Percival Graves
Alfred Perceval Graves (22 July 1846 – 27 December 1931), was an Anglo-Irish poet, songwriter and folklorist. He was the father of British poet and critic Robert Graves.Early life
Graves was born in Dublin and was the son of The Rt Rev. Charles Graves, Church of Ireland Lord Bishop of Limerick, Ardfert and Aghadoe, and his wife Selina, the daughter of Dr John Cheyne (1777–1836), the Physician-General to the British Forces in Ireland. His sister was Ida Margaret Graves Poore. His paternal grandmother Helena was a Perceval, and the granddaughter of the Earl of Egmont. His grandfather, John Crosbie Graves, was a first cousin of "Ireland's most celebrated surgeon", Robert James Graves.
Alfred was educated both in England, at Windermere College, Westmorlan...
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Alfred Percival Graves Poems
- The Fairy Host
Pure white the shields their arms upbear,
With silver emblems rare o'ercast;
Amid blue glittering blades they go,
The horns they blow are loud of blast.... - The Song Of The Ghost
When all were dreaming but Pastheen Power,
A light came streaming beneath her bower,
A heavy foot at her door delayed,
A heavy hand on the latch was laid....
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Melaniejaxn: when after the winter alarmin', the spring steps in so charmin', so fresh and arch in the middle of march, wid her hand st. patrick's arm on... ~alfred percival graves
Melaniejaxn: when after the winter alarmin', the spring steps in so charmin', so fresh and arch in the middle of march, wid her hand st. patrick's arm on... ~alfred percival graves
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