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Thomas Sturge Moore (4 March 1870 – 18 July 1944) was a British poet, author and artist. Biography [ edit ] Sturge Moore was born at 3 Wellington Square, Hastings, East Sussex, on 4 March 1870 and educated at Dulwich College , the Croydon School of Art and Lambeth School of Art .
Famous poet / 1870-1944. Thomas Sturge Moore. My poems (10) Titles list. Aforetime. Dear exile from the hurrying crowd, At work I muse to you aloud; Thought on my anvil softens, glows, And I forget our art has foes; For life, the mother of beauty, seems. A joyous sleep with waking dreams. Then the toy armoury of the brain.
English poet, playwright, and designer Thomas Sturge Moore was born in Hastings, Sussex, into an intellectual family. His brother was G.E. Moore, the philosopher. As a student at Croydon Art School and Lambeth Art School, Moore met Charles Shannon and Charles Ricketts, publishers of the Vale Press.
Hastings. Country of birth: England. Date of death: 18 Jul 1944. Location of death: Windsor, England. Location: 40 Well Walk, Hampstead, London. About: Thomas Sturge Moore was a poet, author, playwright, wood-engraver and critic. Moore was the brother of Bloomsbury philosopher G. E. Moore.
Thomas Sturge Moore (4 Mar 1870–18 Jul 1944) was a British poet, playwright, author, critic and artist. Born in Hastings, East Sussex to Daniel Moore and Henrietta Sturge, Moore was the elder brother of Bloomsbury philosopher G. E. Moore, and the uncle of the poet Nicholas Moore and the composer Timothy Moore.
Overview. Artworks. Thomas Sturge Moore was born in Hastings, Sussex. He studied wood engraving under Charles Roberts at Lambeth School of Art, London. He was the brother of the philosopher G E Moore, and in the whole course of his life, he was more an author than an artist.
24 Accesses. 1 Citations. Abstract. Thomas Sturge Moore wrote two essays upon Yeats. Better known perhaps than this one is his memoir published in English, 2:11 (Summer, 1939) 273–8, which contains Yeats’s celebrated remark that Florence Fair had been a “chalk egg” that he “had been sitting on for years”. The present piece is unpublished.
