Poetry
Deirdre Remembers THE snows of sleep are on his shoulder, folded and drifted on his breast, I turn from them, and from the colder flower of his face at rest. Turn and return,......
Conditions In Germany [to The Editor Of The Spectator. ]...
As an Englishwoman living in Germany I can only endorse Dr. Munthe's words. My English love of fair play compels me to point out that, whereas in your footnote you mention " the......
Is :democracy - A Failure ? " [to The Editor
of THE SPECTATOR.] Su:,—The authors of the two articles against and for democracy in your issues of March . 2-fth and 31st, although starting from different premises, expound......
()il Waste In The Editor Of The Spectator.] Sia,—on Reaching
a Kentish beach this morning, the Channel breeze wafted to us--- my elf and two companions—the acrid odour of oil, purplish patches of which were to be seen on the water. A......
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