Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Let silence gaze – but curse not his grave.
Some photos by of a pilgrimage to Clarke's grave here.
four lines, written by a friend:
Some photos by of a pilgrimage to Clarke's grave here.
"But what are human plaudits now?
He never deemed them worth his care:
Yet death has twined around his brown
The wreath he was too proud too wear."
four lines, written by a friend:
"By friendship’s willing hand erected –
By genius, taste, and skill adorned –
For one too long in life neglected,
But now in death sincerely mourned."