The Tree of Man

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Considering the publication details (W.H. Davies, 1913) and the themes presented, how might these poems have been received by contemporary readers of the early 20th century, and what unique perspective or challenge might they have offered to the literary landscape of that time?

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The provided passages do not contain information about how contemporary readers of the early 20th century might have received W.H. Davies' poems in *Foliage* (1913), nor do they offer insight into the unique perspective or challenge these poems might have presented to the literary landscape of that time.

The passages primarily consist of the title page of *Foliage* [Passage 1], a table of contents listing other works by the same writer [Passage 1], acknowledgments to magazines for permission to reprint poems [Passage 1], and the text of several individual poems such as "Heigh Ho, the Rain" [Passage 2], "A Greeting" [Passage 3], "A Strange City" [Passage 4], and "A May Morning" [Passage 5]. They detail the publication year and publisher [Passage 1] and indicate the work is in the public domain under certain conditions [Passage 1]. However, there is no critical analysis or discussion of the poems' reception or their impact on contemporary literature.

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← Foliage ( 1913 ) by William Henry Davies Thunderstorms → 221112 Foliage 1913 William Henry Davies ​ FOLIAGE W. H. DAVIES ​ FOLIAGE ​ By the Same Writer The Soul's Destroyer and Other Poems Wrappers , 1 s . nett; postage, 1 d . New Poems Cloth , 1 s . 6 d . nett; postage, 1½ d . Nature Poems, and Others Grey Boards , 1 s . nett; postage, 1½ d . Farewell to Poesy Grey Boards , 1 s . nett; postage, 1½ d . Songs of Joy 2 s. 6 d. ​ FOLIAGE VARIOUS POEMS BY WILLIAM H. DAVIES LONDON ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET 1913 ​ The Author thanks the editors of the following magazines for permission to reprint…
Passage [2]
← The Church Organ Foliage ( 1913 ) by William Henry Davies Heigh Ho, the Rain Love's Inspiration → London: E. Mathews, pages 33–34 221213 Foliage — Heigh Ho, the Rain ​ HEIGH HO, THE RAIN The Lark that in heaven dim Can match a rainy hour With his own music's shower, Can make me sing like him— Heigh ho! The rain! Sing—when a Nightingale Pours forth her own sweet soul To hear dread thunder roll Into a tearful tale— Heigh ho! The rain! ​ Sing—when a Sparrow's seen Trying to lie at rest By pressing his warm breast To leaves so wet and green— Heigh ho! The rain!
Passage [23]
For works with similar titles, see A Greeting . ← Strong Moments Foliage ( 1913 ) by William Henry Davies A Greeting Sweet Stay-at-Home → London: E. Mathews, page 11 221162 Foliage — A Greeting ​ A GREETING Good morning, Life—and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, is my great friend— His spending has no end. Hail to the morning sky, Which bright clouds measure high; Hail to you birds whose throats Would number leaves by notes; Hail to you shady bowers, And you green fields of flowers. Hail to you women fair, That make a show so rare In…
Passage [4]
← Return to Nature Foliage by William Henry Davies A Strange City → London: E. Mathews, pages 59–64 263443 Foliage — A Strange City ​ A STRANGE CITY A wondrous city, that had temples there More rich than that one built by David's son, Which called forth Ophir's gold, when Israel Made Lebanon half naked for her sake. I saw white towers where so-called traitors died— True men whose tongues were bells to honest hearts, And rang out boldly in false monarch's ears. Saw old black gateways, on whose arches crouched Stone lions with their bodies gnawed by age. I looked with awe on iron gates that…
Passage [6]
For works with similar titles, see A May Morning . ← The Starved Foliage by William Henry Davies A May Morning The Lonely Dreamer → London: E. Mathews, page 15 221168 Foliage — A May Morning ​ A MAY MORNING The sky is clear, The sun is bright; The cows are red, The sheep are white; Trees in the meadows Make happy shadows. Birds in the hedge Are perched and sing; Swallows and larks Are on the wing: Two merry cuckoos Are making echoes. Bird and the beast Have the dew yet; My road shines dry, Theirs bright and wet: Death gives no warning, On this May morning. I see no Christ Nailed on a tree,…
Passage [5]

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