“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves. Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms, Under the star of dusk,… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
To call it a crime against Mankind is to miss at least half its significance, it is also the punishment of a crime. — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“Death, of course, like chastity, admits of no degree; a man is dead or not dead, and a man is just as dead by… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“Above his monotonous voice one could hear, now and again, a little wind stray through the drying leaves of the trees. A leaf or… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of nacre. One bough of… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
