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Sylvia Townsend Warner

Sylvia Nora Townsend Warner (6 December 1893 – 1 May 1978) was an English novelist and poet.

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Valentine Ackland - Bibliography
... Whether a Dove or a Seagull (1934) volume of poetry with Sylvia Townsend Warner Twenty-Eight Poems (1957) privately printed in London Later Poems by ...
New York Review Books - Titles in The NYRB Classics Series
... by Søren Kierkegaard Lolly Willowes by Sylvia Townsend Warner The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne by Brian Moore The Long Ships by Frans G ... Memories of the Future by Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky Men and Gods by Rex Warner Miami and the Siege of Chicago by Norman Mailer The Middle of the Journey by Lionel Trilling The ... Fortune's Maggot and The Salutation by Sylvia Townsend Warner The Murderess by Alexandros Papadiamantis My Century by Aleksander Wat My Dog Tulip by J ...
Chaldon Herring
... historian Hope Muntz, who wrote The Golden Warrior, novelists Sylvia Townsend Warner and David Garnett, the poets Valentine Ackland and Gamel Woolsey, and the sculptor Stephen Tomlin ... It was at Theodore Powys's house, that novelist Sylvia Townsend Warner first met the poet Valentine Ackland ... Sylvia Townsend Warners's diaries record that they lived together in Frome Vauchurch from 1930 until Valentine's death in 1969 ...
Sylvia Townsend Warner - Further Reading
... Harman, Claire (1989) Sylvia Townsend Warner A Biography ... Chatto Windus Pinney, Susanna (1998) I'll Stand by You Selected Letters of Sylvia Townsend Warner and Valentine Ackland with narrative by Sylvia Townsend Warner ... Square ISBN 0-7126-7371-7 Mulford, Wendy (1988) This Narrow Place Sylvia Townsend Warner and Valentine Ackland 1930-1951 ...

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    When other helpers fail and comforts flee, when the senses decay and the mind moves in a narrower and narrower circle, when the grasshopper is a burden and the postman brings no letters, and even the Royal Family is no longer quite what it was, an obituary column stands fast.
    —Sylvia Townsend Warner (1893–1978)

    Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
    —Charles Dudley Warner (1829–1900)

    We are two travelers, Roger and I.
    Roger’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp!
    —John Townsend Trowbridge (1827–1916)