In the old days when death

Stalked the world

For the flower of men,

And the rose of beauty faded

And pined in the great gloom.

ISAAC ROSENBERG,     

Killed in action, April 1918

 

 

‘The children were not particularly handsome, nor were they extra clever, nor extraordinarily good. But they were not bad sorts on the whole; in fact, they were rather like you.’

E. NESBIT, The Phoenix and the Carpet