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B. 1868 D. 1963
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'
B. 1863 D. 1933
As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving. - C.P. Cavafy 'The God Abandons Antony'
B. 1821 D. 1873
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'
B. 1874 D. 1936
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'
B. 1825 D. 1864
While he is at rest, I am cursed still to live:- even Death loved him the best. - Adelaide Anne Procter 'Envy'
B. 1874 D. 1925
Spilt is that liquor, my too hasty hand threw down the cup, and did not understand. - Amy Lowell 'A Blockhead'
B. 1801 D. 1866
I be free to goo abrode, or teake agean my hwomeward road to where, vor me, the apple tree do lean down low in Linden Lea. - William Barnes 'My orcha'd in Linden Lea'
B. 1871 D. 1940
And I could see that child's one eye which seemed to laugh, and say with glee: 'what caused my death you'll never know, perhaps my mother murdered me.' - W.H. Davies - 'The Inquest'
B. 1819 D. 1892
And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love. - Walt Whitman 'Dirge For Two Veterans'
B. 1869 D. 1928
A frail, dead, new-born lamb, ghostly and pitiful and white a blot upon the night, the moon's dropped child! - Charlotte Mew, 'Fame'
B. 1837 D. 1909
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. - Algernon Swinburne 'A Forsaken Garden'