Works
- A school in private (1941)
- The Barricades (1943)
- Prothalamium: A Cycle Of The Holy Graal (1947)
- Tea with Mrs. Goodman (1947)
- The Garden to the Sea (1953)
- Friends Apart, A Memoir of Esmond Romilly & Jasper Ridley in the Thirties (1954) re-published in (1980)
- The Fearful Choice: a debate on nuclear policy (1958)
- Pantaloon or the Valediction (1961) verse novel
- Underdogs: Anguish and Anxiety, Eighteen Men and Women Write Their Own Case-Histories (1962) editor
- Comparing Notes: A Dialogue Across a Generation (1963) with Arnold J. Toynbee
- Thanatos, a Modern Symposium at which Nine Characters Argue at Quarles (1963) with Maurice Richardson
- Two Brothers: the fifth day of the Valediction of Pantaloon (1964) Pantaloon verse novel
- A Learned City: the sixth day of the valediction of pantaloon (1966) Pantaloon verse novel
- Views from a Lake: the seventh day of the Valediction of Pantaloon (1968) Pantaloon verse novel
- Age of the Spirit: Religion as Experience (1973)
- Distant Drum: Reflections on the Spanish Civil War (1976) editor
- Part of a Journey: An Autobiographical Journal, 1977-79 (1981)
- End of a Journey An Autobiographical Journal 1979-81 (1982)
- Towards the Holy Spirit: A Tract for the Times (1982)
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Famous quotes containing the word works:
“I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose;
From the earth-poles to the line, All between that works or grows,
Every thing is kin of mine.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (18031882)
“His character as one of the fathers of the English language would alone make his works important, even those which have little poetical merit. He was as simple as Wordsworth in preferring his homely but vigorous Saxon tongue, when it was neglected by the court, and had not yet attained to the dignity of a literature, and rendered a similar service to his country to that which Dante rendered to Italy.”
—Henry David Thoreau (18171862)
“The slightest living thing answers a deeper need than all the works of man because it is transitory. It has an evanescence of life, or growth, or change: it passes, as we do, from one stage to the another, from darkness to darkness, into a distance where we, too, vanish out of sight. A work of art is static; and its value and its weakness lie in being so: but the tuft of grass and the clouds above it belong to our own travelling brotherhood.”
—Freya Stark (b. 18931993)