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Samuel Gordon

Birth
Buk, Powiat policki, Zachodniopomorskie, Poland
Death
11 Jan 1927 (aged 55)
Stoke Newington, London Borough of Hackney, Greater London, England
Burial
Willesden, London Borough of Brent, Greater London, England Add to Map
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Samuel was a scholar, poet and novelist. His father was Abraham E. Gordon, Precentor of the Great Synagogue, Duke's Place, London. Samuel (Hebrew: Shmuel) was born 10 September 1871 at Buk, Posen, Prussia, graduated from Queen's College, Cambridge in 1893, and travelled extensively. As a novelist, he dealt chiefly with scenes and incidents from Russo-Jewish life. Samuel died Jan. 11, 1927, age 40, at Bergholt Crescent, Stoke Newington, Borough of Hackney, London. (British Museum Catalogue Suppl.; The Times, Jan. 12, 1927).

An excerpt one of his poems is quoted on his daughter Phyllis' gravestone: ".... Healing all wounds though late. Life that is life indeed." His poem is inscribed on his gravestone as:

Strength, chasing the distant mark.
Toll, tracing in ashes the spark.
Hope, facing the dawn through the dark.
Life. - that is life in the bloom.

Peace, feeling nor love nor hate.
Sleep, stealing the malice from fate.
Death, healing all wounds though late.
Life. - that is life indeed.
Samuel was a scholar, poet and novelist. His father was Abraham E. Gordon, Precentor of the Great Synagogue, Duke's Place, London. Samuel (Hebrew: Shmuel) was born 10 September 1871 at Buk, Posen, Prussia, graduated from Queen's College, Cambridge in 1893, and travelled extensively. As a novelist, he dealt chiefly with scenes and incidents from Russo-Jewish life. Samuel died Jan. 11, 1927, age 40, at Bergholt Crescent, Stoke Newington, Borough of Hackney, London. (British Museum Catalogue Suppl.; The Times, Jan. 12, 1927).

An excerpt one of his poems is quoted on his daughter Phyllis' gravestone: ".... Healing all wounds though late. Life that is life indeed." His poem is inscribed on his gravestone as:

Strength, chasing the distant mark.
Toll, tracing in ashes the spark.
Hope, facing the dawn through the dark.
Life. - that is life in the bloom.

Peace, feeling nor love nor hate.
Sleep, stealing the malice from fate.
Death, healing all wounds though late.
Life. - that is life indeed.


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