Who is Thomas William Hodgson Crosland

Thomas William Hodgson Crosland (21 July 1865 – 23 December 1924) was a British author, poet and journalist.

Biography

Crosland was born in Leeds in 1865, the son of Methodist New Connexion preacher and superintendent of the Prudential Assurance Company William Crosland (son of cloth manufacturer Thomas Crosland, of Isles House, Holbeck, Leeds) and Hannah, daughter of farmer John Hodgson.He was an associate and friend of Lord Alfred Douglas, who was Oscar Wilde's lover. The bitter feud between Lord Alfred's father the Marquess of Queensberry and his son resulted in Wilde suing the Marquess for libel at Douglas's urging. Subsequently, Wilde was charged with homosexuality after the Marquess produced evidence of Wilde's behaviour as justifying the libel. In 1895 Wil...
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Thomas William Hodgson Crosland Poems

  • Antarctic
    What tale is this which stirs a world of knaves
    Out of its grubbing to throw greasy pence
    Forth to the hat, and choke with eloquence
    In boastful prose and verse of doubtful staves? ...
  • To The True-born Briton
    (After Peace Night)

    Dear Sir, or Madam,
    As the case may be, ...
  • Charing Cross
    At five o'clock they ring a tinkly bell;
    The April dawn glimmers along the beds,
    There is a lifting up of weary heads
    From weary pillows. Our old citadel ...
  • To The Tsar
    (After Dunkirk)

    My dear Tsar, -
    I am owing you ...
  • To The Lord Mayor
    (November 9th)

    My dear Lord Mayor, -
    In Fleet Street all is gay ...
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