George Borrow

(1803-1881 / England)

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George Henry Borrow (5 July 1803 – 26 July 1881) was an English author who wrote novels and travelogues based on his own experiences around Europe. Over the course of his wanderings, he developed a close affinity with the Romani people of Europe. They figure prominently in his work. His best known book is The Bible in Spain; Lavengro is autobiographical, and Romany Rye is about his time with the ... more »

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  • I have always been a friend to hero-worship; it is the only rational one, and has always been in use amongst civilized people—the worship of spirits is synonymous with barbarism—it is mere f...
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. An elderly individual, in Lavengro, ch. 23 (1851).
  • ''If you must commit suicide ... always contrive to do it as decorously as possible; the decencies, whether of life or of death, should never be lost sight of.''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. An "elderly individual," in Lavengro, ch. 23 (1851).
  • ''There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. Jasper, in Lavengro, ch. 25 (1851).
  • ''I am invariably of the politics of the people at whose table I sit, or beneath whose roof I sleep.''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. The Bible in Spain, ch. 16 (1843).
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May Asda

May Asda is gone to the merry green wood;
Like flax was each tress on her temples that stood;
Her cheek like the rose-leaf that perfumes the air;
Her form, like the lily-stalk, graceful and fair:

She mourn’d for her lover, Sir Frovin the brave,
For he had embark’d on the boisterous wave;
And, burning to gather the laurels of war,
Had sail’d with King Humble to Orkney afar:

At feast and at revel, wherever she went,
Her thoughts on his perils and dangers were bent;
No joy has the heart that loves fondly and dear—
No pleasure save when the lov’d object is ...

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