I lived from 1872-1898. I was from England, and am in the English category.
My poetry
- Along the path that skirts the wood,
The three musicians wend their way,45 lines - Through sorrowís mist Godís glory shines most bright,
Then may we feel His presence doubly nigh.14 lines - Of all kinds of conveyances, I think the omnibus
For many little reasons should be voted best by us;28 lines - Carelessly coiffed, with sash half slipping down
Cravat mis-tied, and tassels left to stream,10 lines - The lights are shining dimly round about,
The Path is dark, I cannot see ahead;12 lines - The Café Strelitz was almost empty.
Upon a hot midday in July, Don Juan wandered into the Café Strelitz for his breakfast. I know not by what chance he had4 lines

