Virginia Graham
Born
in The United Kingdom
November 01, 1910
Died
January 01, 1993
Genre
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“For a driver to be driven by somebody else is always an ordeal, for there are only three types of drivers; the too fast, the timid and oneself.”
― Say Please
― Say Please
“Before they fade for ever from our sight,
Sailing like ghostly ships into the night,
Let there be one luxurious hour in which
We pause awhile to contemplate the rich.
Consider them once more before they pass
Into a more fashionable class,
Though it is true their loss shall be our gain,
Weep, for we shall not see their like again.
Let us be honest now, and testify
That many of them pleased the outward eye,
Their cars and yachts were lovely to behold,
Beauty they bought, and colour, with their gold.
And oh! Their houses, rising from the green
Of peacocked lawns more smooth than velveteen.
Palladian porticos, and warm pink towers
Set in a scented sea of English flowers.
Slandered so joyfully throughout the years,
Unmourned they go, unwashed by any tears
From eyes that once were strained to witness capers
Cut for their benefit in weekly papers.
Thus they depart into a strange new land,
Speaking a tongue, they do not understand;
So for a little moment, with regret,
Let us remember them - and then forget.
-Vale!”
― Consider the Years
Sailing like ghostly ships into the night,
Let there be one luxurious hour in which
We pause awhile to contemplate the rich.
Consider them once more before they pass
Into a more fashionable class,
Though it is true their loss shall be our gain,
Weep, for we shall not see their like again.
Let us be honest now, and testify
That many of them pleased the outward eye,
Their cars and yachts were lovely to behold,
Beauty they bought, and colour, with their gold.
And oh! Their houses, rising from the green
Of peacocked lawns more smooth than velveteen.
Palladian porticos, and warm pink towers
Set in a scented sea of English flowers.
Slandered so joyfully throughout the years,
Unmourned they go, unwashed by any tears
From eyes that once were strained to witness capers
Cut for their benefit in weekly papers.
Thus they depart into a strange new land,
Speaking a tongue, they do not understand;
So for a little moment, with regret,
Let us remember them - and then forget.
-Vale!”
― Consider the Years
“Somewhere there must be women reading books,
and talking of chicken rissoles to their cooks …
(from,‘Somewhere in England’)”
― Consider the Years
and talking of chicken rissoles to their cooks …
(from,‘Somewhere in England’)”
― Consider the Years
