Classics German Matters Literature

What’s all this about adverbial clauses then? Yawn!-Boring?

Someone said that education when is what is left over when you have forgotten most of what you were actually taught.

A Grammar School was supposed to have versed its pupils in the diligent study and understanding of basic linguistic structures. Much of this revolved around the central importance of Latin. I can well remember my English teacher, affectionately known as Ernie T-there must have been another Ernie on the staff- spending hours of lessons explaining parsing. This was essentially taking an extended sentence with clauses, phrases and sub-clauses and analysing it into its component parts. Indeed he might extract an ugly sentence from a boy’s homework and subject it, on the board to such treatment. Excruciating as this could be for the person concerned, we did perhaps learn something from the process! I recall how he once took the sentence and translated it into Latin, which he also taught, in order to simplify the meaning before breaking it down into the constituent parts of speech. Now, years later, this all begins to make some sort of sense.

Alma Mater Studorium
Alma Mater Studorium

There are three examples where Latin has been quite useful to my understanding of grammar; both in English and when learning German. (1) Adverbial clauses in English should be ordered in manner and then place then time. Adverbial phrases etc are explained at Hence:-

  • I will sit quietly.

(normal adverb)

  • I will sitin silence.

(adverbial phrase)

  • St Francis Meditating
    St Francis Meditating

    I will sit like a monk meditates.

(adverbial clause)
(When the multi-word adverb contains a subject and a verb (like in this example), it is an adverbial clause as opposed to an adverbial phrase.)

Not only this but also if there are several adverbial clauses, then in English, the order ought to become:-

I waited impatiently (MANNER) at the bus stop PLACE) for an hour (TIME).

Or in other words, How? Then Where? And finally When?

Now I am unsure of how important this is,although I once was taught it,  as the order may be altered for the purpose of emphasis and it seems just to be common practice. (You can, however, read more about it all at and adverbial clauses in general at

Where it does really matter is in GERMAN e.g or rather-

Zum Beispiel: “Heute kommt Erik mit der Bahn nach Hause.”


Time comes first HEUTE

Manner second MIT DER BAHN

Place last NACH HAUSE

This is really well explained at

(2)Impersonal verbs in Latin and the use of the third person singular ” Mann muss…..” So consider tking a look at an interesting, and to me engaging, Latin sentence-

mihi placet libros legere vinumque bibere

mihi is the dative “To me” and placet is “it pleases” and is one of the commonest Latin impersonal verbs and there is more on, libros are books and legere= to read, vinumque means “and wine” and pretty obviously,” bibere” means to drink, so a rough translation is-

“To me it is pleasing to read books and drink wine” or much better, “I like reading books and drinking wine!” and this is rather similar to Deutschsprache-

Man muss Bücher lesen und trinken Wein. -or more probably Wein trinken!

Wine and books

The combination of impersonal verbs with the dative in German is well explained at


“Impersonal verbs
Another type of construction, in which what would be the subject of an English sentence, is in the dative case in a German sentence includes the so-called impersonal verbs. These are verbs in which the grammatical subject of the sentence is “es”, a non-specific “it”. We have met two of the most common impersonal verbs already:

  • Es tut mir Leid.
    (“I‘m sorry.”)
  • Wie geht es Ihnen?
    (“How are you?”)
  • Mir geht es gut.
    (“I‘m very well.”)”Chaucer

So I have not got as far as participles nor yet discussing gerunds. Both are subjects worthy of another posting. I am sure Ernie T would have agreed! I recall now that there was an Ernie G and that he taught Maths amongst other subjects. Among other sayings Mr T would say, “A gentleman is a man who knows how to treat both his books and his mistresses.” This was delivered to a somewhat confused 14 year old, whose poetry book had not been very well looked after having been issued many, many times and considered the responsibility of it’s owner. We worked together on “The Pardoner’s Tale” by Chaucer, “Julius Caesar” and we touched on another Shakespeare play for comparison. The other text was Rudyard Kipling’s Kim-probably more interesting than “My Early Life” by Churchill, which was studied by the top set. Ernie T was a great teacher of literature but not generous with essay marks. In the third year, I foolishly wrote a 30 page screed the first two pages of which was covered in red corrections and I was given 2/10! His pupils still exchange stories of his enthusiasm. “If you make such a grammatical error, boy, it displays your cretinous understanding of the language! If Shakespeare does it, it is a stroke of genius!”

German Matters Literature Poetry

Und wer sind diese mit dem Priester hier Und jener Färse? (Ode to a Grecian Urn – Keats)

I have just received from Reclam “Englische Lyrik-50 Gedichte” English/Deutsch to add to the pile of interesting books I have collected recently. Briefly perusing them yesterday, brought to my attention several poems I had forgotten but interested me greatly. These included Sonnet 116 and also Charles Causley’s,”I Am the Great Sun”. The latter moving me to tears.


(Lassmich nicht fuer den Bund treuer Seeen

Hindernisse zu lassen:Die Liebe ist nicht Liebe,

die sich ändert, wenn sie Änderung vorfindet) Shakespeare Sonett 116
Charles Causley
Charles Causley
Ich bin dein Rat, aber du hörst mich nicht,

   ich bin der Liebhaber, den du verraten willst.
Ich bin der Sieger, aber du jubelst mir nicht zu,
   ich bin die heilige Taube, die du erschlagen willst.
(Von «Ich bin die große Sonne» Von einem Kruzifix in der Normandie aus dem Jahre 1632 Charles Causley-Heimatstadt, Launceston Cornwall)
However, since my previous posting on Gottfried Benn’s Cretan Vase, I have been thinking about Keat’s Ode to a Grecian Urn in something of a comparison.It contains many moving lines like:-
Heard melodies are sweet
but those that are unheard
Are sweeter;therefore ye sweet pipes play on
Not to the sensual ear, but more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone:
John Keats
John Keats
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal – yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearièd,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
„Beauty is truth, truth beauty, – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”

Ode auf eine griechische Urne (German)

Liebkeusche Braut der steten Stille du,
Du Pflegekind von Tag und Tag und Schweigen!
Welch blumiges Waldgeschichtchen schilderst du –
Und sagst es süßer als ein Reimereigen?
Welch blattumrankte Mär umstreicht dein Rund
Von Göttern oder Menschen oder beiden
In Tempe oder in Arkadiens Hängen?
Wer sind sie, die an Mädchenangst sich weiden?
Was jagt so toll? Was ringt und flieht so bunt?
Welch Flötenlied? Welch lustberauschtes Drängen?

Gehörtes Lied ist süß, doch süßer ist
Ein ungehörtes: sanfte Flöte, weiter!
O wie du, klanglos, mehr als köstlich bist,
Du geisterhaft-lautlosen Lieds Begleiter!
Nie kannst du, Jugend, lassen von dem Sang,
Wie nie die Bäume hier ihr Laub verlieren;
Du keck Verliebter, nie, nie kannst du küssen,
So nah du auch dem Ziel – doch sei nicht bang:
Nie welkt sie! Wirst du auch entbehren müssen,
Wird Liebe dich und Schönheit sie stets zieren.

 Glücklicher Baum in ewiger Frühlingszeit,

Nie sinken deiner Zweige Blätter nieder.
Glücklicher Sänger, ohne Müdigkeit
Für immer flötend immer neue Lieder!
Und Liebe, Liebe, voll von größerem Glück:
Für immer heiß und der Erfüllung harrend,
Du immer jagende, du immer junge!
Wie steht vor dir lebendige Gier zurück,
Die Herzen satt macht, im Genuß erstarrend,
Die Hirn erhitzt und dürr versengt die Zunge!

Und wer sind diese mit dem Priester hier
Und jener Färse? Welcher Gottheit danken
Im Grünen sie mit schönstem Opfertier,
Dem Kränze blühen um die seidnen Flanken?
Welch kleine Stadt an Fluß, in Bergeshain,
An Seestrand, Stadt mit Burg zu Wehr und Frieden.
Steht diesen frommen Tag mit leeren Gassen?
Du kleine Stadt wirst ewig stumm nun sein,
Denn keinem wird die Heimkehr je beschieden,
Dir kundzutun, warum du so verlassen.

O attische Form, so schön wie nie erschaut,
Um die sich marmorn Mann und Mädchen ranken,
Mit vollen Zweigen und zertretnem Kraut,
Schweigende Form! du rufst in uns Gedanken,
Wie Ewigkeit es tut: kalt Schäferspiel!
Sind wir mit unserm Leid dahin, so findest
Du andres Leid und wirst in Kümmernissen
Den Menschen trösten, dem du dies verkündest:
»Schönheit ist Wahrheit, Wahr ist Schön!« – Nicht viel,
Nur dies weißt du – und brauchst nicht mehr zu wissen.

I am very much endebted to the following website where I hope readers will find much of interest:-,_John-1795/Ode_on_a_Grecian_Urn/de/4712-Ode_auf_eine_griechische_Urne
Literature Penwith Poetry West Cornwall (and local history)

F.E.Halliday, Shakespeare scholar, writer and historian of Cornwall

Frank Ernest Halliday was a very enthusiastic walker. Tall with a mane of beautiful white hair and reserved, his elegant stride cut a figure, like a distinguished prophet or poet. He was when, first I became aware of his reputation as a historian and a Shakespearian scholar, hurrying down Back Road West in the general direction of Clodgy where he frequently seemed inclined to walk, frequently at this formidable pace. At about this time, he had already retired from school mastering at Cheltenham College where he had become a friend of Cecil Day-Lewis years before. That was in the early Thirties and the time to which I am referring was somewhere around 1960.


In 1953, Halliday wrote in History Today of the famous Cornish Historian, Richard Carew, a Member of Parliament and a friend of Philip Sydney,” The importance of Richard Carew has never been appreciated. Few, indeed, are even aware of the writer who, while Shakespeare was writing for the London stage, was quietly at work in his Cornish country house. This neglect is the result of his own modesty, the remoteness of his dwelling, and the multitude of his great contemporaries in and about the capital, and not of any lack of merit…..” Much of what Halliday wrote here about Carew is now equally true about himself and the extensive range of his own work. It is time to remember Halliday’s work, much of it written in his house next to the sea, downalong in St Ives. (Those interested in Carew will find a brief entry at

Back Road West, St Ives
Back Road West, St Ives

When Halliday’s Shakespeare appeared in an American edition in 1961, it was reviewed in the Renaissance News a little later;-

“Mr F.E.Halliday’s life of Shakespeare is the product of a widely read, fully informed, and prolific mind. After twenty years as head of the English Department at Cheltenham College he retired in 1948 to devote himself solely to writing. He is one of the few scholars today who have taken all Shakespearean knowledge as their province. For a period of over fifteen years he has been turning out studies which give an ever broadening view of the great dramatist. In 1946 he published Shakespeare in his Age. Then came Shakespeare and his Critics which although completed in 1947, first appeared in 1949.”

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Halliday was educated in North Yorkshire at Giggleswick School where he learnt to cherish Latin poetry, including Horace and his reflections on the seasons, mutability and loss grew up in its unique atmosphere. He was growing up in the dark and difficult days of World War 1 which deeply affected both staff and boys. There is a useful short biography of him included in Cornwall’s People – A Biographical Dictionary by Carolyn Martin and Paul White (Tamar Books). He then went on to King’s College, Cambridge and later entered teaching himself. It was at Cheltenham College that he met and became a supportive friend to Cecil Day-Lewis, the famous thirties poet. Indeed, Halliday, who was an English master and became Head of Department, painted Day-Lewis’s portrait which is in the National Portrait Gallery and may be seen at

This portrait captures the refined appearance of the poet in a contemplative mood in profile but whether marking an essay or composing a splendid poem is not clear. Day-Lewis’s meeting and friendship in 1931 with Frank Halliday is recorded in some detail in Sean Day-Lewis’s biography of his father C. Day-Lewis, An English Literary Life. It appears that the dress code at Cheltenham was somewhat severe. Also Day-Lewis’s poetry was considered risqué when discovered by the self-appointed proctors of moral rectitude among the other masters. He was accused in a letter from the Headmaster of Bohemian tendencies!

“An Assistant Master at the school had seen him wearing a green shirt, while whitewashing the

walls of his flat, and another observer had reported the poet attending a concert with a stock about his neck under his dinner jacket: this was intolerable conduct, the staff must be properly dressed at all times.

Before replying he took the advice of a college master who, unlike the colleagues who had reported all departures from convention, was a friend. Frank Halliday was a sensitive Yorkshireman who loved literature and eventually became a writer himself. His autobiography tells how he first heard of Cecil as ‘a young married man who liked Beethoven and César Frank’ and was ‘said to write poetry’. He met the newcomers during their second term and registered Mary ‘with ballet dancer’s hair and figure and a dairy maid’s complexion’ and Cecil ‘reserved and almost severe with the trace of an Irish brogue’. Halliday was also a shy man and his mask was an offhand manner, at first discouraging. The discouragement had been overcome and by this March, Cecil and Mary had become friends with Frank and his wife Nancie, and they spent a long time discussing the best response to the headmaster’s outburst.” (Sean Day-Lewis on his father- Halliday’s own biography is called Indifferent Honest, Duckworth 1960)

Halliday’s friendship with Day-Lewis was to last over forty years and much of it conducted by letters from St Ives where he seems to have lived first at Five Fields, Dynas Ia and later when they were completed in Barnaloft Flats, overlooking Porthmeor Beach. Day-Lewis was deeply interested in Marxism and wrote, somewhat ironically to Halliday about the class war and the colourful inhabitants of his local pub at Brinclose, near Axminster, of the News Chronicle, Liberalism and of course in 1938 of Chamberlin and the approach of the Second World War. Day-Lewis moved in an interesting circle of thirties poets and writers and it seems likely that Halliday too might have met such figures as Rex Warner and W.H.Auden. F.E.Halliday seems to have continued as an amateur artist and painted Brinclose in 1939. By 1942 Day-Lewis is working some sixty hours a week at the Ministry of Information and became a close associate of Charles Fenby, journalist and assistant editor of The Picture Post. Day-Lewis records an encounter at this time with another somewhat severe character, Arthur Koestler whom he mentions in his correspondence with Halliday. Day-Lewis’s letters have recently, in 2012, been donated to the Bodleian Library

The Wreck of The Firebrand
The Wreck of The Firebrand

By the 1960s after the suppression of the Hungarian uprising, which had incidentally also prompted Halliday to sign a letter to the Times, Day-Lewis vigorously renounced his earlier communist views. By 1968, Day-Lewis, who also wrote detective novels as Nicholas Blake, became Poet Laureate. However, in 1971 Day-Lewis mentions to Halliday, a searing review he received from another Cornish poet in the TLS. He correctly identifies the critic as Geoffrey Grigson who having been born in Pelynt was a Cornishman, and held somewhat negative views on Cecil Day-Lewis’s poetry although unlike his earlier Headmaster, regarded him on the single occasion they met at the BBC, as elegantly dressed!

In addition to his Shakespearian Studies, Halliday was active with regard to social and political concerns.  In 1963, he signs a letter to the Times along with John Betjeman, A.L.Rowse, Brian Wynter and more than thirty other prominent citizens against the Admiralty’s proposal to take some 355 acres for troop and helicopter training on the lovely Zennor moors. This was a major concern in Penwith at the time. This upset many local people and not least as the land had been placed under a special covenant by the National Trust. In 1975, just over 67% of voters supported the Labour government’s campaign to stay in the EEC, or Common Market and Halliday was writing to the Times again to advocate full political union; not just an economic agreement. Halliday was advocating a Yes vote because he strongly believed in the idealism needed to bring about an effective World government.

There was also a wryly amusing letter written at the end of December 1964(Shakespeare’s quatercentenary) with regard to a production by Lindsey Anderson of Julius Caesar. Anderson was a pupil of Halliday at Cheltenham, where the former also met the future novelist, Gavin Lambert. Halliday gently chides his former pupil for trying to ‘improve Shakespeare’, essentially by excising nine revealing lines of a speech by Brutus. These lines reveal much about the republican’s character. He compares this with how in the Restoration, much was made of Caesar’s ghost who was made to appear at Phillipi. Halliday proceeds to regret the trend towards displaying gratuitous violence in the History plays, whilst making it clear that he is not referring thus to Anderson  and expressing his sorrow that Falstaff is being reduced to a sinister figure. He remarks that although he had tickets at Stratford for seven plays he could actually only stomach attending five and a half! The previous year, in another letter to the Times he had taken on the subject of the identity of W.H. of the Dark Lady   Sonnets, an unknown William, he surmises, and disagrees somewhat daringly with the inimitable A.L.Rowse.

The walk past Man'Head to Clodgy, St Ives
The walk past Man’Head to Clodgy, St Ives

Recently, while reading my own copy of A History of Cornwall, published by Gerald Duckworth in 1959, I became intrigued by a fine chapter on the Eighteenth Century; a generally neglected period but here there was a rich variety of detail. I was particularly interested in the earlier part of the Century, essentially before the mineral wealth of the Duchy had been much exploited. This was an unsettled period of rebellions and Halliday points out, “ Impoverished by the Civil War, the Cornish people took little interest in the events that followed the death of Charles II- the Monmouth Rebellion, the Revolution of 1688, the Jacobite Rebellion of 1715-…” In St Ives, which had had a Parliamentary army garrisoned there, the inhabitants might keenly have felt ravages of occupation. There are also records showing that Monmouth was blown off course there on his way to Weymouth and his future defeat at the Battle of Sedgemoor. The Treaty of Utrecht which interestingly, has recently escaped much notice upon its 300th Anniversary provided a temporary peace to the Wars of the Spanish Succession and its signature was celebrated in St Ives at the time. Travel then was most easily carried out by sea although as the experience of Sir Cloudesley Shovell wrecked on the Scillies suggests, navigation was a hazardous affair particularly in determining longitude.

Halliday remarks that this period around 1700 was characterized by a change in land ownership. Lawyers, merchants and businessmen started to invest in land that might be valuable more for the materials beneath the surface than as a source of food that gave it value to the gentry. This is a period where speculation starts to become important and clashes between the older aristocracy and the emerging entrepreneurs. This was particularly true in the western part of the Duchy where the known lodes existed. Halliday points to Celia Fiennes travel diary. He quotes her references to the shortage of timber for mine construction and the shortage of fuel. She writes, “They burn mostly turffs, which is an unpleasant smell; it makes one smell as if smoaked by bacon.” Fiennes, as Halliday points out, had to travel by horse because the roads were in such a poor condition. Copper was mined alongside tin but because of the shortage of fuel it was shipped to Bristol and South Wales for smelting. Little Cornish horses, she tells us were used to carry fish and the corn which was being cut.

The early C18, which Halliday covers in about thirty pages, sees the introduction of the first steam engine in about 1710. It was the very inefficient Newcomen engine, although state of the art at the time, and was used at the Godolphin mine at Wheal Vor. It used vast quantities of fuel. Even by 1740 there were just three steam pumps at work. It was not until the early Nineteenth Century  that Cornish engineers greatly improved the efficiency of those engines that had be designed by Watt, Trevithick and others Thus in effect this would henceforth reduce the cost of coal which had to be imported from South Wales, a trade in the hands of merchants and businessmen. Incidentally, it was a German Chemist, a proponent of the celebrated but misguided Phlogiston theory, Johann Joachim Becker (1635-1682) from Speyer near Heidelburg, who visiting Cornwall in the 1680s made an important discovery. At Treloweth, St.Erth, that Becher was said to have built a furnace for the smelting of tin using pit coal as opposed to charcoal.


The celebrated Tory politician who rose to become Marlborough’s confrere and the First Lord of the Treasury, Sidney Godolphin, 1st Earl of Godolphin, KG, PC (15 June 1645 – 15 September 1712) might well be remembered for the work he did in passing the Act of Union with Scotland which created the united kingdom of Great Britain. He also established sound finances for Queen Anne and made possible the founding of the Bank of England. The Cornish might, however, have other reasons for remembering him as Halliday points out:-

…..”some of the old charcoal-using blowing houses were retained for smelting stream tin, which was of a finer quality than that from the mines. The use of coal probably saved Cornwall from being completely denuded of timber, the demand for which for shoring up the workings was enormous, and one of the last services that Godolphin did for his native county was to cheapen the price of coal by securing a drawback of the duty on that used for smelting. A few years before, in 1703, he had been responsible for the favourable terms of pre-emption granted to the Cornish tinners.” This unfortunately ended when Walpole came to power.

Frank Halliday was not only an author with broad interests, having written books on Chaucer, Dr Johnson, Wordsworth, Hardy and Browning besides Shakespeare; he was also a committed intellectual who was active as a School Governor, interested in social action and helped to set up with Bernard Leach and Barbara Hepworth in 1967, the St Ives Trust which has been instrumental in developing conservation projects and working in alongside the St Ives Archive Centre.

F.E.Halliday was an experienced lecturer and I can still recall a historical talk which he gave when I was a young lad in The Labour Party Rooms upstairs behind the back of the Union Hotel at the bottom of Ayr Lane. This is currently a rather chic restaurant but in the Sixties, a quite barely furnished room at the top of a steep winding wooden staircase. The subject concerned the early history of Cornwall and was concerned the Early Bronze Age and I particular recall much mention of the Beaker Folk (Glockenbecherkultur). Halliday’s tall figure loomed over slides showing the migrations of these people over Southern England at a time when Britain’s only significant export material was in fact Cornish tin. He mentions in a chapter on the Bronze Age in “A History of Cornwall” that, “Beakers are rare, but two have been found as far west as Land’s End, both of them in cists, and one, now in St Buryan church, accompanied by a flint knife.” It would be interesting to know if it is still located there.

Spread of the Beaker Culture
Spread of the Beaker Culture

Speaking about Cornwall he says,” And I loved it for its character: for its strength, although an outcast among counties; for its appearance of having known and suffered so much, yet without any trace of disillusionment, but having rather an air of expectancy; for its human virtues of patience and endurance; for its mystery…”