Edward Andrade

Edward Neville da Costa Andrade (27 December 1887 – 6 June 1971) was an English physicist, writer and poet.

Quotes

 * Come, take hands, you are not such As this will weary overmuch. Sit we down, and hear rehearse The marvels of the sweet-souled verse
 * Poem With a copy of "The Faithful Shepherdess"


 * You know the wild flowers suit your hair: Place hands full of the purple bloom Of loosestrife, glad of such soft doom, And tender-toned narcissus there
 * Poem Fate and the Little Flowers


 * Your father bears an iron reed Filled with a flame that makes us bleed; Your kindly mother loves to tear Feathers and skin to deck her hair.
 * Poem A song for Edmund Blunden