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The Lake Poets, Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey, have become a literary myth, and we are used to looking at the Lake District landscape through its romantic prism. But for their wives, sisters and daughters the view was very different.
We were away in The Lake District for a holiday this summer and went to visit Wordsworth House (the house in which William Wordsworth was born) in Cockermouth which was so very interesting. Whilst in the shop on leaving I spotted this book which says it tells of the lives of the wives, sisters and daughters of the the lake poets, namely William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey, and what an eyeopener it turned out to be absolutely fascinating! What a lot those women had to put up with for the sake of their husbands talent! The poets themselves would certainly not been as famous as they were if not for the women behind them. Apart from the fact they were all addicted to Laudanum a much used pain killer of the time. Samuel T Coleridge was absolutely hooked on it (which I think is fairly well known) and led a very merry life taking off all over the country leaving wife Sarah at home with the children and making her life a misery! I don't want to give too much away, but if you are interested in poets and poetry this is an excellent peek at the families around them, left to pick up the pieces of some very chaotic lives. ( )
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If the Fricker sisters' life story was a fairy-tale their extraordinary history would begin something like this: 'Once upon a time there were three sisters, all rich, beautiful and clever...'
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Winter rain looked at through the windows of great men is still only rain. - Angela Locke
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air Our Myrtle's blossom'd; and across the porch Thick Jasmins twined... - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
...reading masses of Coleridge & Wordsworth letters of a night - curiously untwisting and burrowing into that plaited nest. - Virginia Woolf
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, on Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. William Wordsworth
Never describe Wordsworth as equal in pride to Lucifer, no; but, if you have occasion to write a life of Lucifer, set down by that possibility, in respect to pride, he might be some type of Wordsworth. De Quincey, Recollections
Come, like the Graces, hand in hand! For ye, though not by birth allied, Are Sisters in the bond of love... 'The Triad', William Wordsworth
Ah! how has Disappointment pour'd the tear O'er infant Hope destroy'd by early frost! How are ye gone, whom most my soul held dear! Scarce had I lov'd you ere I mourn'd you lost... Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I should have been happier, with my taste, temper and habits, had I been of your sex instead of the helpless, dependent being I am. Sara Coleridge to her brother Derwent
Was not that Woman blest above her peers, Upon whose head worth, genius, beauty set Their triple crown, - whose infant glances met The starlike eyes of poets and of seers...
It is politic to tell our own story, for if we do not, it will surely be told for us, and always a degree more disadvan- tageously than the truth warrants. Sara Coleridge
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
For those who knew the Wordsworths, her greatest achievement had been the clear and measured gaze through which she looked at the world - albeit through a narrow aperture - and the pragmatism that acted as a counterpoise to her husband's susceptibilities.
The Lake Poets, Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey, have become a literary myth, and we are used to looking at the Lake District landscape through its romantic prism. But for their wives, sisters and daughters the view was very different.
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We were away in The Lake District for a holiday this summer and went to visit Wordsworth House (the house in which William Wordsworth was born) in Cockermouth which was so very interesting.
Whilst in the shop on leaving I spotted this book which says it tells of the lives of the wives, sisters and daughters of the the lake poets, namely William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey, and what an eyeopener it turned out to be absolutely fascinating! What a lot those women had to put up with for the sake of their husbands talent!
The poets themselves would certainly not been as famous as they were if not for the women behind them. Apart from the fact they were all addicted to Laudanum a much used pain killer of the time. Samuel T Coleridge was absolutely hooked on it (which I think is fairly well known) and led a very merry life taking off all over the country leaving wife Sarah at home with the children and making her life a misery! I don't want to give too much away, but if you are interested in poets and poetry this is an excellent peek at the families around them, left to pick up the pieces of some very chaotic lives. (