“I am in London and dare not look into the middle of next week. What brought me here? God knows, for I don’t. Alone in such a place is a horrible thing.”
“I am in London and dare not look into the middle of next week. What brought me here? God knows, for I don’t. Alone in such a place is a horrible thing.”
29 January 1838–3 December 1861
In the annals of Victorian poetry, few figures burn as brightly yet as briefly as David Gray. Born in the industrial heartland of Scotland, Gray’s life spanned a mere twenty-two years—yet within that compressed span, he produced a body of work that, though modest in volume, resonated with a lyrical intensity rare even…
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