Charles williams poems

Novels

• War in Heaven. London: Victor Gollancz, 1930.
• Many  Dimensions. London: Victor Gollancz, 1930.
• The Place of the Lion. London: Mundanus, 1931.
• The Greater Trumps. London: Victor Gollancz, 1932.
• Shadows of Ecstasy. London: Victor Gollancz, 1933.
• Descent into Hell. London: Faber & Faber, 1937.
• All Hallows' Eve. London: Faber & Faber, 19
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  Charles Williams (British writer)

  British writer, theologian, and literary critic (1886-1945)

  This article is about the British writer born in 1886. For other people called Charles or Charlie Williams, see Charles Williams (disambiguation). For the British writer born in 1971, see Charlie Williams (British writer).

  Charles Walter Stansby Williams (20 September 1886 – 15 May 1945) was an English poet, novelist, playwright, theologian and literary critic. Most of his life was spent in London, where he was born, but in 1939 he moved to Oxford with the university press for which he worked until his death.

  Early life and education

  Charles Williams was born in London in 1886, the only son of (Richard) Walter Stansby Williams (1848–1929) and Mary (née Wall). His father Walter was a journalist and foreign business correspondent for an importing firm, writing in French and German,^[1][2] who was a 'regular and valued' contributor of verse, stories and articles to many popular magazines.^[3] His mother Mary, the sister of the ecclesiologist and

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  Last week we looked at CW’s childhood and early life. Next week we will discuss his final, most prolific years, 1939-1945. Today we examine the first phase of his career, 1908-1939. Please send me any questions you have about his life, and I will attempt to answer them in these posts.

  In 1908 Williams’ life changed drastically. He began work at the Oxford University Press on the 9th of June, and he met Florence Conway at a children’s party in December. The picture at the right shows Florence in pageant costume.

  When Williams began work at the Oxford University Press, he found his life’s calling. He continued to work for the Press until the day he died, working his way up from a lowly temporary proof-reader to a senior editor. The Press embodied everything he loved most: order, hard work, literary excellence, camaraderie, hierarchy, courtesy. He transformed the Press as much as it transformed him, shaping his daily workplace into a heavenly fellowship where profound conversations occurred at every chance meeting, where people felt lifted up into their