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John Byrne Leicester Warren
John Byrne Leicester Warren, Lord De Tabley, was a literary scholar, a numismatist, and a botanist. Born April 26, 1835, Warren was educated at Eton College and then at Christ Church, Oxford, from which he graduated B.A. in 1859 and MA one year later. Between 1659 and his death in 1895, Warren published a dozen volumes of poetry, the last two of which -- Poems, Dramatic and Lyrical (1893) and its second series (1895) -- enjoyed success. His greatest achievement was his The Flora of Cheshire, published only in 1899. Biographical information Given name: John Byrne Leicester Family name: Warren Title: Lord De Tabley Birth date: 26 April 1835 Death date: 22 November 1895 Nationality: English Literary period: Victorian Occupations numismatist botonist Buried at: Little Peover, Cheshire

night of the scorpion
"I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven hi... [read poem]
the old maid
I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her... [read poem]
i shall not care
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you sh... [read poem]
the patriot
I am standing for peace and non-violence.
Why world is fighting fighting
Why all people of... [read poem]
eight o'clock
Supper comes at five o'clock,
At six, the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o'cloc... [read poem]
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when... [read poem]
let it be forgotten
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing go... [read poem]
the professor
Remember me? I am Professor Sheth.
Once I taught you geography. Now
I am retired, though m... [read poem]
the look
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
... [read poem]
union square
With the man I love who loves me not,
I walked in the street-lamps' flare;
We watched ... [read poem]
poet, lover, birdwatcher
To force the pace and never to be still
Is not the way of those who study birds
Or women. ... [read poem]
the study of a spider
From holy flower to holy flower
Thou weavest thine unhallowed bower.
The harmless dewdrops... [read poem]
jewish wedding in bombay
Her mother shed a tear or two but wasn't really
crying. It was the thing to do, so she did it... [read poem]
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