"Birthdays? yes, in a general way;
For the most if not for the best of men:
You were born (I suppose) on a certain day:
So was I: or perhaps in the night: what then?" James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. Sincere Flattery of R. B. (l. 1-4). . .
New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press. |
"Will there never come a season
Which shall rid us from the curse
Of a prose which knows no reason
And an unmelodious verse:" James Kenneth Stephen (1859-1892), British poet. To R. K. (l. 1-4). . .
New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press. |
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