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Edith Nesbit

I lived from 1858-1924. I was from England.

Born in London but educated in convents on the Continent and in England, Edith Nesbit started out as a writer of stories. In 1880, seven months pregnant, she married Hubert Bland, a founding member of the Fabian Society when it was founded four years later. Caught in a marriage with four children and infidelities on both sides, and with the main responsibility for income, Nesbit wrote commercial novels and stories, but she continued to produce volumes of poetry in hope of literary acclaim. Success arrived with her children's books, especially the Bastable novels (The Story of the Treasure-Seekers, Would-be-Goods, and The New Treasure-seekers) and The Railway Children (1906). By this time she and Bland has converted to Roman Catholicism. Three years after Bland's death in 1914, Nesbit married Thomas Terry Tucker. She died of cancer in Jesson St. Mary's, Kent.

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    Now the sprinkled blackthorn snow
    Lies along the lover’s lane
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    Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom,
        Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed loam,
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    Last year the fields were all glad and gay
    With silver daisies and silver may;
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    Among his books he sits all day
    To think and read and write;
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    The snow is white on wood and wold,
    The wind is in the firs,
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  • The Despot
    The garden mould was damp and chill,
    Winter had had his brutal will
    28 lines
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    My window, framed in pear-tree bloom,
    White-curtained shone, and softly lighted:
    16 lines
  • In Trouble
    It's all for nothing: I've lost im now.
    I suppose it ad to be:
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  • Appeal
    Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
    Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
    6 lines, 2 comments
  • The Island
    Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town,
    Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built place?
    24 lines, 3 comments
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