POETRY
EPITAPHS IN ADVANCE
GEORGE MOORE.
WOMEN he praised and, after women, art. Good friends he had and used them all for copy. Had but his genius matched as great a heart, Time had not mixed his laurels with the poppy.
RUDYARD KIPLING.
The tin-can politics of Rudyard rust in some Tooting brick and mud yard, while through the. sacred brushwood, rippling, glimmers the faun the gods call Kipling.
JOHN MASEFIELD.
What needs my Masefield for his honoured bones ? Let others have their brass or lettered stones. Enough for him to know where he is gone Song's everlasting mercy goes with John.
A. E. HOUSMAN.
Tell me not here ; it needs not saying, that, quitting his Elysium, - - each spring-to-watch-the cherry snowing, • and the green fires of the plum, lest later lads should -miss their message, singing, the Shropshire lad will come.
DEAN INGE.
Hark ! the herald angels sing
timidly because Dean Inge has arrived, and seems to be bored with immortality.
HUMBERT WOLFE.
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