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“... the line of roofs tilted, and from the terrace came a burst of laughter, Maybe a scream. An unknown god took his place on the mountaintop And a huge despair at the sight of him – after all we had done, after years of respite – Spread through the streets and squares. People packed up their stalls to go. But of course, he said. The blues are ...”

“... initial work on periodicity. There were gaps in his early schemes, terrae incognitae occupied by unknown elements awaiting discovery. The periodic law let him guess these elements’ properties, their melting points, densities and solubilities. Three of them were indeed identified within fifteen years of the table’s first publication, by chemists in ...”

“... about the art of the past as one reliving a family romance that stretched back centuries and whose unknown dénouement was anticipated with an excitement that was almost unbearable. As in any family epic, there were times when it seemed that identities became almost interchangeable: Vermeer becoming Bill Coldstream – or perhaps it was the other way round ...”

“... of the image we can see the top of someone’s head. But Hemphill and Hill are also flying in unknown territory, where, in the words of Sun Ra (another Smith subject), ‘space is the place.’ In this black void, under those white lights, Hemphill and Hill resemble kinetic apparitions in the cosmos. Smith’s photograph captures the moment of exploration ...”

“... On Good Friday 1984 I found myself laying a wreath at the Monument to the Unknown Soldier in Baghdad. This was to me extraordinary. I belong to the Church of England and have no wish to take sides in the quarrels of Muslims.’ The writer is D.A.N. Jones, who between 1980 and 1992 wrote 64 pieces for this paper and who died on 23 November ...”

“... thought of you, Listening to the squeak of the chalk On the blackboard, The sighs and whispers Of unknown children Bent over their lessons, The mice running in the night. Visions of unspeakable loveliness Must’ve come to you in your misery: Cloudless skies on long June evenings, Trees full of cherries in our orchard, To make you ache and want to be with ...”

“... came round and saw The seabirds bathing, the gannet plunging Towards his bath, and battalions Of unknown children, speaking in accents Different from their parents’. Your book Has fallen on the floor, the John Hinde Postcard (from either side to other: ‘Wish you were here!’) has fallen out And now you’ve lost your place. In the real world, of ...”

“... essay twenty years later, Wilkie Collins, after a similar expedition, coined the phrase ‘the Unknown Public’. It was something of a misnomer since the public was well enough known. It was their ‘entertaining literature’ that was the mystery. English society put such a moral premium on advanced literacy that it was shameful for a middle-class person ...”

“... sands of North Africa and the Middle East. Early British records are as follows: 1. 1785, month unknown. Shot near Wingham in Kent, at the seat of William Hammond, Esq.; sent to the ornithologist Dr John Latham, author of A General Synopsis of Birds (1781-1801). 2. 1793, month unknown. Shot in North Wales by George ...”

“... The streets reek prayer, persecution. In Plac Litweski they play chess Under ignored monuments: Unknown Soldier, Union of Lublin, 3rd of May Constitution (1791). Factory chimneys like embedded freighters, The baroque and the industrial, Watch-towers and crematoria. They float now reminders of Majdanek, Suburb ringed with barbed-wire. In sudden gusts hands ...”

“... I pick the crumpled flowers off the fuchsia plant and water it as if before the shrine of two unknown grandmothers – and my mother, who was a fourteenth ...”

“... feeling. My whole body fills, an echoing chamber: I am that ugly room so often empty. I would need unknown colours to describe it: The lino’s geometry, unmeaning, muddy, Wan puce or damson skirting-boards and shutters, The fawn walls unadorned, the settled chill In which my father in his quilted coffin Will, one day soon ...”

“... which cannot be rotted by water or destroyed by fire . . . This tree is, so far as I am aware, unknown to anyone else.Pliny the ElderMay well be extinct, and our one authorityis terse, but that surely speaks in his favour.No wonder its timber was used on the Argo– the ship that rent old Neptune’s slumber –for in contact with seawater it neither ...”