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De Australische dichter Henry Kendall werd geboren op 18 april 1839 in Milton. Zie ook mijn blog van 18 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 18 april 2008.
Amongst the Roses
I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon,
On Etheline calling and calling!
One said: She will hear you and come to you soon,
When the coolness, my brother, is falling.
But I whispered: O Darling, I falter with pain!
And the thirsty leaves rustled, and hissed for the rain,
Where a wayfarer halted and slept on the plain;
And dreamt of a garden of Roses!
Of a cool sweet place,
And a nestling face
In a dance and a dazzle of Roses.
In the drought of a Desert, outwearied, I wept,
O Etheline, darkened with dolours!
But, folded in sunset, how long have you slept
By the Roses all reeling with colours?
A tree from its tresses a blossom did shake,
It fell on her face, and I feared she would wake,
So I brushed it away for her sweet sake;
In that garden of beautiful Roses!
In the dreamy perfumes
From ripe-red blooms
In a dance and a dazzle of Roses.
Henry Kendall (18 april 1839 1 augustus 1882)
Monument in Kendall
De Engelse dichter en schrijver Thomas Middleton werd in Londen geboren en daar gedoopt op 18 april 1580. Zie ook mijn blog van 18 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 18 april 2008.
Uit: The Puritan
Enter the Widow Plus, her two daughters Frank and Moll, her husband's brother, an old knight, Sir Godfrey, with her son and heir, Master Edmond, all in mourning apparel, Edmond in a cypress hat, the Widow wringing her hands and bursting out into passion, as newly come from the burial of her husband.
WIDOW
Oh, that ever I was born, that ever I was born!
SIR GODFREY
Nay, good sister, dear sister, sweet sister, be of good comfort; show yourself a woman now or never.
WIDOW
Oh, I have lost the dearest man, I have buried the sweetest husband that ever lay by woman!
SIR GODFREY
Nay, give him his due, he was indeed an honest, virtuous, discreet, wise man. He was my brother, as right as right.
WIDOW
Oh, I shall never forget him, never forget him! He was a man so well given to a woman. Oh!
SIR GODFREY
Nay, but, kind sister, I could weep as much as any woman; but, alas, our tears cannot call him again. Methinks you are well read, sister, and know that death is as common as homo, a common name to all men. A man shall be taken when he's making water. Nay, did not the learned parson, Master Pigman, tell us e'en now that all flesh is frail, we are born to die, man has but a time, with such-like deep and profound persuasions, as he is a rare fellow, you know, and an excellent reader. And for example, as there are examples abundance, did not Sir Humphrey Bubble die t'other day? There's a lusty widow! Why, she cry'd not above half an hour! For shame, for shame! Then followed him old Master Fulsome, the usurer; there's a wise widow: why, she cry'd ne'er a whit at all.
Thomas Middleton (18 april 1580 4 juli 1627)
De Amerikaanse journalist en schrijver Richard Harding Davis werd geboren op 18 april 1864 in Philadelphia. Zie ook mijn blog van 18 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 18 april 2008.
Uit: Gallegher and Other Stories
We had had so many office-boys before Gallegher came among us that they had begun to lose the characteristics of individuals, and became merged in a composite photograph of small boys, to whom we applied the generic title of "Here, you"; or "You, boy."
All Gallegher knew had been learnt on the streets; not a very good school in itself, but one that turns out very knowing scholars. And Gallegher had attended both morning and evening sessions. He could not tell you who the Pilgrim Fathers were, nor could he name the thirteen original States, but he knew all the officers of the twenty-second police district by name, and he could distinguish the clang of a fire-engine's gong from that of a patrol-wagon or an ambulance fully two
blocks distant. It was Gallegher who rang the alarm when the Woolwich Mills caught fire, while the officer on the beat was asleep, and it was Gallegher who led the "Black Diamonds" against the "Wharf Rats," when they used to stone each other to their hearts' content on the coal-wharves of Richmond.
Richard Harding Davis (18 april 186411 april 1916)
De Duitse schrijver Werner Steinberg werd geboren op 18 april 1913 in Neurode. Zie ook mijn blog van 18 april 2007.
Uit: Einzug der Gladiatoren
Eigentlich möchte der Mann es aufgeben. Er hat sich das alles so leicht und so heroisch vorgestellt, und nun ist es ganz anders. Gerstern noch war es kalt, der Himmel war blau, heute ist die Welt in ein einziges schmutziges Grau zusammengeronnen, unaufhörlich fällt der Regen.
Dieser verdammte Regen! Nicht nur die Schuhe des Mannes sind dreckig vom Landstraßenschmutz, auch seine Hosen sind zerweicht und grau. Schon länger als drei Stunden wandert er hier, zwei Kilometer vor der Stadt, hin und her fünfzig Meter hin, fünfzig Meter her. Zuerst hat er gestanden und angestrengt gelauscht, aber nichts war zu hören als das gleichförmige Geräusch des Regens
Werner Steinberg (18 april 1913 25 april 1992)
18-04-2009 om 19:55
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