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Amy Levy

B. 1861 D. 1889

1 poem available

Dear Friend, you must not deem me light if, as I lie and muse to-night, I give a smile and not a sigh to thoughts of our Philosophy. - Amy Levy, 'Philosophy'

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Robert Bridges

B. 1844 D. 1930

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When men were all asleep the snow came flying, in large white flakes falling on the city brown. - Robert Bridges 'London Snow'

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E. Nesbit

B. 1858 D. 1924

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O God, you made me like to know, you kept the things straight in my head, please God, if you can make it so, let me know something when I'm dead. - E. Nesbit 'The Things That Matter'

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Oscar Wilde

B. 1854 D. 1900

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He looked upon the garish day with such a wistful eye; the man had killed the thing he loved, and so he had to die. - Oscar Wilde 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol'

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Paul Laurence Dunbar

B. 1872 D. 1906

3 poems available

Come when the year's first blossom blows, come when the summer gleams and glows, come with the winter's drifting snows, and you are welcome, welcome.

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I have walked a great while over the snow, and I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, and the way was hard and long. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge 'The Witch'

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Robert Louis Stevenson

B. 1850 D. 1894

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All that was good, all that was fair, all that was me is gone. - Robert Louis Stevenson 'Sing Me A Song of A Lad That Is Gone'

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W. E. B. DuBois

B. 1868 D. 1963

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I am the Smoke King. I am black! I am swinging in the sky, I am wringing worlds awry. - W. E. B. DuBois - 'The Song of The Smoke'

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C. P. Cavafy

B. 1863 D. 1933

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As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving. - C.P. Cavafy 'The God Abandons Antony'

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Frederick Tuckerman

B. 1821 D. 1873

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Nor can I drop my lids, nor shade my brows, but there he stands beside the lifted sash. - Frederick Tuckerman 'An Upper Chamber In A Darkened House'

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G. K. Chesterton

B. 1874 D. 1936

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Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, the rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. - G.K. Chesterton 'The Rolling English Road'

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Adelaide Anne Procter

B. 1825 D. 1864

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While he is at rest, I am cursed still to live:- even Death loved him the best. - Adelaide Anne Procter 'Envy'

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