Wilkie Collins

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One of our first amusements as children (if we have any imagination at all) is to get out of our own characters, and to try the characters of other personages as a change—to be fairies, to be queens, to be anything, in short, but what we really are. Discuss Wilkie Collins

Poem of the day – HER "Last Poems" by Emily Dickinson

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HER Last Poems–Poets ended,Silver perished with her tongue,Not on record bubbled otherFlute, or Woman, so divine;Not unto its Summer morningRobin uttered half the tune–Gushed too free for the adoring,From the Anglo-Florentine.Late the praise–‘Tis dull conferringOn a Head too high to crown,Diadem or Ducal showing,Be its Grave sufficient sign.Yet if we, no Poet’s kinsman,Suffocate with easy … Continued