Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's Lord Sayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred; And would fill each Sunday with gloom and pain For all too poor his regard to obtain;…
Thomas Love Peacock was born in 1785, in Dorset, at Weymouth. He was the son of a glass merchant, who died three years after he was born. He was raised at his grandfather's house in Chertsey, by his mother. Despite the fact that his formal schooling ended before his teens (he never attended a university), it is important to note that he read widely in five languages throughout his lifetime. When he could no longer support himself without working, he took a job in 1819 with the East India Company. The next year, he married Jane Gryffydh, daughter to a Welsh rector. Peacock's daughter later married George Meredith, also a literary man. Peacock mixed with many of his contemporary Romantic poets. He often openly criticized them, but this never gave him much trouble. His best known work is his satiricle prose. His novels consist chiefly of witty conversation with sparse action. The characters were often burlesque, but subtle imitations of famous men of his day. In 1866, the hardheaded, tounge-in-cheeked Peacock died in his library at Halliford-on-Thames, after refusing to leave his precious books to burn.)
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Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's Lord Sayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred; And would fill each Sunday with gloom and pain For all too poor his regard to obtain;…
Nay, deem me not insensible, Cesario, To female charms; nor think this heart of mine Is cas'd in adamant; because, forsooth, I cannot ogle, and hyperbolize,…
Quickly pass the social glass, Hence with idle sorrow! No delay---enjoy today, Think not of tomorrow!…
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea, My heart is gone, far, far from me; And ever on its track will flee My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.…
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone I build My castles in the air.…
Milestone: All my troubles disappear, When the dinner-bell I hear,…
In life three ghostly friars were we, And now three friarly ghosts we be. Around our shadowy table placed, The spectral bowl before us floats:…
I dug, beneath the cypress shade, What well might seem an elfin's grave; And every pledge in earth I laid, That erst thy false affection gave.…
Instead of sitting wrapped up in flannel With rheumatism in every joint, I wish I was in the English Channel, Just going 'round the Lizard Point…
The briefest part of life's uncertain day, Youth's lovely blossom, hastes to swift decay: While love, wine, song, enhance our gayest mood Old age creeps on, nor thought, nor unders…
Accept, bright spirit, reft in life's best bloom This votive wreath to thy untimely tomb. Formed to adorn all scenes, and charm in all, The fire-side circle, and the courtly hall;…
I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing, When I was six and you were four; When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, Were pleasures soon to please no more.…
Long night succeeds thy little day; Oh blighted blossom! can it be, That this grey stone, and grassy clay, Have clos'd our anxious care of thee?…
August, 1842 with a remembrance of August, 1807…
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