Author: C. S. Calverley

Cites

• W. J. S. (1)
  • IN: Complete Works (1901) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: It was not, to restore thy flickering breath, Or hold thee back, just nearing towards the Light, But - whilst that Sun of Life, whom we name Death, Rose on thy closing, or thy opening sight-- To catch some whisper of thy new delight, Some earnest of thy fainting soul's surprise, And see the radiance quickening through the veil Of palsied speech and leaden-lidded eyes,-- That we, bright Spirit! who stood and watched thee fail And sink, and pass through gloom and utter night, One instant, and no more, would fain have stayed thy flight!
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Juvenal (1)
  • IN: Complete Works (1901) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Quicquid agunt homines, nostri est farrago libelli.
    FROM: Satires, (1817), Book, Italy
• Ingoldsby (1)
  • IN: Complete Works (1901) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: There stands a city.
    FROM: The Ghost, (1840), Short Story, UK
• William Wordsworth (1)
  • IN: Complete Works (1901) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: She was a phantom,
    FROM: She was a Phantom of Delight, (1807), Poem, UK
• Alfred Tennyson (1)
  • IN: Complete Works (1901) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: The tender Grace of a day that is dead.
    FROM: Break, Break, Break, (1842), Poem, UK