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murakamijeva-muza · 4 months
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“No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are throughout persuaded of each other's worth” ― Robert Southey
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garbagegirlblog · 1 year
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I don't belong.
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...and my darling
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neither do you.
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burningvelvet · 11 months
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Lord Byron defending himself and Percy and Mary Shelley from rumours spread by his literary enemy Robert Southey, 1818:
Lord Byron to John Cam Hobhouse, from Venice, 11 November 1818:
“[..] the first Canto of Don Juan [contains] a dedication in verse of a dozen to Bob Southey - bitter as necessary - I mean the dedication, I will tell you why. - The Son of a Bitch on his return from Switzerland two years ago - said that Shelley and I ‘had formed a League of Incest and practiced our precepts with &c.’ - he lied like a rascal - for they were not Sisters - one being Godwin's daughter by Mary Wollstanecraft - and the other the daughter of the present Mrs. G by a former husband. - The Attack contains no allusion to the cause - but - some good verses - and all political & poetical. - He lied in another sense - for there was no promiscuous intercourse - my commerce being limited to the carnal knowledge of the Miss C. - I had nothing to do with the offspring of Mary Wollstonecraft - which Mary was a former Love of Southey's - which might have taught him to respect the fame of her daughter.”
Lord Byron to John Murray, from Venice, 24 November 1818:
“Lord Lauderdale set off from hence twelve days ago, accompanied by a cargo of poesy directed to Mr. Hobhouse - all spick and span, and in MS. You will see what it is like. I have given it to Master Southey, and he shall have more before I have done with him. I understand the scoundrel said, on his return from Switzerland two years ago, that ‘Shelley and I were in a league of Incest, etc., etc.’ He is a burning liar! for the women to whom he alludes are not sisters - one being Godwin's daughter, by Mary Wollstonecraft, and the other daughter of the present (second) Mrs. G, by a former husband; and in the next place, if they had even been so, there was no promiscuous intercourse whatever.
You may make what I say here as public as you please - more particularly to Southey, whom I look upon, and will say as publicly, to be a dirty, lying rascal; and will prove it in ink - or in his blood, if I did not believe him to be too much of a poet to risk it. If he had forty reviews at his back - as he has the Quarterly - I would have at him in his scribbling capacity, now that he has begun with me; but I will do nothing underhand. Tell him what I say from me, and everyone else you please.
You will see what I have said if the parcel arrives safe. I understand Coleridge went about repeating Southey's lie with pleasure. I can believe it, for I had done him what is called a favour. I can understand Coleridge's abusing me, but how or why Southey - whom I had never obliged in any sort of way, or done him the remotest service - should go about fibbing and calumniating is more than I readily comprehend
Does he think to put me down with his canting - not being able to do so with his poetry? We will try the question. I have read his review of Hunt, where he attacked Shelley in an oblique and shabby manner. Does he know what that review has done? I will tell you. It has sold an edition of the Revolt of Islam, which, otherwise, nobody would have thought of reading, and few who read can understand - I for one.
Southey would have attacked me, too, there, if he durst, further than by hints about Hunt's friends in general; and some outcry about an ‘Epicurean system,’ carried on by men of the most opposite habits. tastes, and and opinions in life and poetry (I believe), that ever had their names in the same volume - Moore, Byron, Shelley, Hazlitt, Haydon, Leigh Hunt, Lamb - what resemblances do ye find among all or any of these men? and how could any sort of system or plan be carried on, or attempted amongst them? However, let Mr. Southey look to himself - since the wine is tapped, let him drink it.”
Byron and Southey’s rivalry was infamous. Two books have been written about it. Byron frequently parodied or ridiculed people in his poems and Southey was his top target, mainly because he was an easy target. He was the Poet Laureate, disliked Byron, became something of a moralist and royalist as he got older, and due to popularity he generally sided with the status quo Byron despised. From Wikipedia:
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Ah yes the two genders Robert Southey and Lord Byron
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seondypizza · 2 months
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I don't know if you can see it but this dude looks suspiciously like David Tenant in this picture specifically.
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clove-pinks · 2 years
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'Midshipman Nelson Lost in Chatham Dockyard': c. 1905 postcard, printed in England.
This postcard portrays a very young Horatio Nelson looking for the ship of his uncle, Captain Maurice Suckling of HMS Raisonnable.
The Raisonnable was lying in the Medway. He was put into the Chatham stage, and on its arrival was set down with the rest of the passengers, and left to find his way on board as he could. After wandering about in the cold, without being able to reach the ship, an officer observing the forlorn appearance of the boy, questioned him; and happening to be acquainted with his uncle, took him home, and gave him some refreshments.
When he got on board, Captain Suckling was not in the ship, nor had any person been apprized of the boy's coming. He paced the deck the whole remainder of the day, without being noticed by any one; and it was not till the second day that somebody, as he expressed it, "took compassion on him."
— Robert Southey, The Life of Nelson (first published 1813)
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ma-pi-ma · 2 years
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Un gatto è, nel mondo animale, ciò che la rosa è in un giardino.
Robert Southey
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werewolfetone · 2 years
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POV Lord Byron writing his millionth poem about how much he cannot stand Dry Bob
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realhankmccoy · 6 months
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Since I probably have Viking blood, I probably better go live in Denmark, eh? Could be nice to spend some time in Malmö (I've only stopped via bus long enough to see the turning tower), Helsingborg and Gothenburg too.
Funny how I'm too hard and too soft for Goldilocks, isn't it? Robert Southey, who wrote the tale of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, was an English Romantic.
Though a lot of power-seekers have kinda marred Hamlet for me, I can always stop at Kronborg Slot, which was Elsinore in Shakespeare's Play. I guess I'll throw that on the list of my future Danish exploits and adventures.
Viggo Mortensen is Danish. 'Sen' is often at the end of Danish names and means 'son'.
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rabbitmotifs · 6 months
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Robert Southey, "The Dead Friend" (1799)
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pathofregeneration · 2 years
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The Fountain of the Fairies
“There is a fountain in the forest called the Fountain of the Fairies. When a child, with most delightful wonder, I have heard tales of the elfin tribe, that on its banks hold midnight revelry. An ancient oak, the goodliest in the forest, grows beside; it even has been deem’d their favourite tree. They love to lie and rock upon its leaves, and bask them in the sunshine ... The strange and fearful pleasure that fill’d me by that solitary spring ceased not in riper years; and now it woke deeper delight, and more mysterious awe.”
— Robert Southey
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Edwin Austin Abbey, Fairies
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aokvisualartist · 1 year
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Progress! Woof - this one took a lot of research and I still have so many fun facts that may not make it into the issue! The timeline spread was... uh.... rough. (There’s a corrective patch piece of paper in there if you look closely.) But it all ultimately fits! Tomorrow night is plot summary time, and the original endings are a DOOZY, so that commentary is going to be super fun to write.
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thesquireinvictus · 2 years
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L'Envoy by Robert Southey Go, little Book; from this my solitude, I cast thee on the waters:—go thy ways! And if, as I believe, thy vein be good, The World will find thee, after many days. Be it with thee according to thy worth:— Go, little Book! in faith I send thee forth.
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poligraf · 2 months
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Order is the sanity of the mind, the health of the body, the peace of the city, the security of the state.
— Robert Southey
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-The Battle of Blenheim by Robert Southey
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leitoracomcompanhia · 7 months
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"Deus e a natureza destinaram-na para mulher de um missionário. Não lhe deram encantos físicos, mas dons morais; é feita para o trabalho, não para o amor."
Charlotte Brontë, "Jane Eyre". É talvez o pior elogio de sempre.
A pintura é de John Opie e retrata o poeta Robert Southey. Charlotte escreveu-lhe uma vez, pedindo conselhos para uma carreira de poetisa. Southey é recordado apenas pela resposta que deu: "A literatura não pode ser a ocupação da vida de uma mulher, e não deve sê-lo." O conselho foi devidamente ignorado.
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