The oldest griefs of summer seem less sad than drone of mowers on suburban lawns and girls' thin laughter, to the ears that hear the soft rain falling of the failing stars.
'Regret for the Passing of the Entire Scheme of Things' (1921)
My soul's a trampled duelling ground where Sade, the gallant marquis, fences for his life against the invulnerable retrograde Masoch, his shade, more constant than a wife.Edgell Rickword
Why stir the wasps that rim Fame's luscious pot? Love costs us nothing, satire costs a lot!Edgell Rickword