My mother, when she died, gave me to her alone, And a Starker bawd was there never none.
"A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume I."
R. Dodsley
In Faber Street the once brilliant signs above the "ten-foot" buildings seemed dulled, the telegraph poles Starker, nakeder than ever, their wires scarcely discernible against the smeared sky.
"The Dwelling Place of Light, Complete"
Winston Churchill Last Updated: March 5, 2009
Dort fliegt ein schwerer Stein nach dem gesteckten Ziele, Von Starker Hand beseelt, durch die zertrennte Luft.
"An anthology of German literature"
Calvin Thomas