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Norman E. Isaacs 1998 Deaths

Norman E. IsaacsAge: 89 prominent newspaper editor and press expert. He was a former president of the American Society of Newspaper Editors. Died: March 7, 1998.Anna May HutchisonG - LBuddy…

Marvin E. Wolfgang 1998 Deaths

Marvin E. WolfgangAge: 73 famed criminologist who expanded his field by perfecting a method of analyzing great masses of data to discern patterns of violence and crime. Died: April 12, 1998.…

Dr. Victor E. Frankl Biography

Dr. Victor E. FranklAge: 92 Viennese psychiatrist who used prisoner-of-war experience to write work on human survival, Man's Search for Meaning, that opened new avenues for modern…

Christina Rossetti: L. E. L.

L. E. L.'Whose heart was breaking for a little love.'Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all; But in my solitary room above I turn my face in silence to the wall; My heart is…

A. E. Housman: Bredon Hill

Bredon HillIn summertime on Bredon[1] The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A happy noise to hear.Here of a Sunday morning My love…

A. E. Housman: Clunton and Clunbury,

Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun.In valleys of springs of rivers, By Ony and Teme and Clun, The country for easy livers, The quietest…

A. E. Housman: Hughley Steeple

Hughley SteepleThe vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people, And there lie friends of mine. Tall in their midst the tower Divides the shade and…

A. E. Housman: The Carpenter's Son

The Carpenter's Son"Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: Live, lads, and I will die.""Oh, at home had I but stayed 'Prenticed to…

A. E. Housman: The Day of Battle

The Day of Battle"Far I hear the bugle blow To call me where I would not go, And the guns begin the song, 'Soldier, fly or stay for long.'""Comrade, if to turn and fly Made a soldier never…

A. E. Housman: The Immortal Part

The Immortal PartWhen I meet the morning beam, Or lay me down at night to dream, I hear my bones within me say, "Another night, another day.""When shall this slough of sense be cast, This…