Epigraph in " The Clan of No Name http://web.archive.org/20040803101258/www.geocities.com/stephen_crane_us/clannoname.html" (1899); published in the anthology Wounds in the Rain (1900) <br class="br">Context: Unwind my riddle.<br>Cruel as hawks the hours fly;<br>Wounded men seldom come home to die;<br>The hard waves see an arm flung high;<br>Scorn hits strong because of a lie;<br>Yet there exists a mystic tie.<br>Unwind my riddle.
Stephen Crane (1871–1900) American novelist, short story writer, poet, and journalist
Source: Epigraph in " The Clan of No Name http://web.archive.org/20040803101258/www.geocities.com/stephen_crane_us/clannoname.html" (1899); published in the anthology Wounds in the Rain (1900)
“You can't test courage cautiously, so I ran hard and waved my arms hard, happy.”
Annie Dillard (1945) American writer
Source: An American Childhood
“Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world.”
Robert Browning (1812–1889) English poet and playwright of the Victorian Era
Bells and Pomegranates No. III: Dramatic Lyrics: Count Gismond (1842), xix.
“That which hits the fan tends to get flung in all directions.”
Larry Wall (1954) American computer programmer and author, creator of Perl
[199809091801.LAA15194@wall.org, 1998]
Usenet postings, 1998
William Wordsworth (1770–1850) English Romantic poet
Rob Roy's Grave, st. 3.
Memorials of a Tour in Scotland (1803)
William Wordsworth (1770–1850) English Romantic poet
Rob Roy's Grave, st. 3
Memorials of a Tour in Scotland (1803)
