Richard Wright (1908–1960) African-American writer
"Flight", pp.125, Harper Row 1966
Native Son (1940)
07-Nov-2007, Hull City OWS
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Richard Wright (1908–1960) African-American writer
"Flight", pp.125, Harper Row 1966
Native Son (1940)
“No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had.”
Samuel Johnson (1709–1784) English writer
On Oliver Goldsmith1780
Life of Samuel Johnson (1791), Vol IV
“Clyde: I wondered why he had his hand on his hip when I shot him.”
Jack Benny (1894–1974) comedian, vaudeville performer, and radio, television, and film actor
The Jack Benny Program (Radio: 1932-1955), The Jack Benny Program (Television: 1950-1965)
“He had no right to take the law into his own hands.”
Lloyd Kenyon, 1st Baron Kenyon (1732–1802) British Baron
Tarleton v. McGawley (1795), 2 Peake, N. P. Ca. 208
Oliver Goldsmith The Deserted Village
Variant: A man severe he was, and stern to view;
I knew him well, and every truant knew:
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the bust whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;
Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault;
The village all declared how much he knew;
'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too.
Source: The Deserted Village (1770), Line 199.
Karen Armstrong (1944) author and comparative religion scholar from Great Britain
Muhammad: A Prophet of Our Times
Muhammad: A Biography of The Prophet (2001)
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
The Stolen Child http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1695/, st. 1 <br class="br">Crossways (1889) <br class="br">Variant: Come away, O human child! <br> To the waters and the wild <br> With a faery, hand in hand, <br> For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. <br class="br">Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats <br class="br">Context: p>Where dips the rocky highland<br>Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,<br>There lies a leafy island<br>Where flapping herons wake<br>The drowsy water rats;<br>There we've hid our faery vats,<br>Full of berries<br>And of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!<br>To the waters and the wild<br>With a faery, hand in hand,<br>For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. </p