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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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... 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 ... Windus Pinney, Susanna (1998) I'll Stand by You Selected Letters of Sylvia Townsend Warner and Valentine Ackland with narrative by Sylvia Townsend Warner ... Pimlico/Trafalgar Square ISBN 0-7126-7371-7 Mulford, Wendy (1988) This Narrow Place Sylvia Townsend Warner and Valentine Ackland 1930-1951 ...
Valentine Ackland - Bibliography
... a Dove or a Seagull (1934) volume of poetry with Sylvia Townsend Warner Twenty-Eight Poems (1957) privately printed in London Later Poems by Valentine Ackland (1970) The Nature of the Moment (1973 ...
New York Review Books - Titles in The NYRB Classics Series
... The Living Thoughts of Kierkegaard by Søren Kierkegaard Lolly Willowes by Sylvia Townsend Warner The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne by Brian Moore The Long Ships by Frans G ... 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 Mirador Dreamed Memories of Irene ... 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 ...

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    There are some women ... in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else. Love is scarcely felt before duty rushes to encase it, anger impossible because one must always be calm and see both sides, pity evaporates in expedients, even grief is felt as a sort of bruised sense of injury, a resentment that one should have grief forced upon one when one has always acted for the best.
    —Sylvia Townsend Warner (1893–1978)

    What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
    —Charles Dudley Warner (1829–1900)

    An aspiring genius was D. Green:
    The son of a farmer, age fourteen;
    His body was long and lank and lean—
    Just right for flying, as will be seen;
    —John Townsend Trowbridge (1827–1916)