John Oldham (1592–1636) was an early Puritan settler in Massachusetts. He was a captain, merchant, and Indian trader. His death at the hands of the Indians was one of the causes of the Pequot War of 1637. Oldham was born in Derbyshire, England in 1592, and was baptized at the Church of All Saints in Derby on July 14, 1592. A follower of the Puritans from an early age, he emigrated to Plymouth Colony with his wife, children, and sister in 1623. Captain John Oldham was the father of Lucretia Oldham Brewster, who married Jonathon Brewster, son of William Brewster, a signer of the Mayflower Compact. Oldham grew rich in coastal trade and trading with the Indians. After being exiled for plotting against the government at Plymouth, Oldham became a representative to the General Court of Massachusetts from 1632 to 1634. He was the overseer of shot and powder for Massachusetts Bay Colony. Oldham's company granted ten acres in assignment of lands in 1623 presumably for each person in Oldham's family and for the following: Conant, Roger, Penn, and Christian.
tithonus
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,
Ma...[read poem]
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The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,
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the brook (excerpt)
`O babbling brook,' says Edmund in his rhyme,
`Whence come you?' and the brook, why not? replie...[read poem]
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`Whence come you?' and the brook, why not? replie...
mariana in the moated grange
With blackest moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fe...[read poem]
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Were thickly crusted, one and all:
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a regular sort of a guy
He fights where the fighting is thickest
And keeps his high honor clean;
From finish t...[read poem]
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And keeps his high honor clean;
From finish t...
villanelle of ye young poet's first villanelle to his ladye and ye difficulties thereof
To sing the charms of Rosabelle,
To pour my soul out at her feet,
I try to write this vill...[read poem]
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To pour my soul out at her feet,
I try to write this vill...
break, break, break
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could ...[read poem]
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On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could ...
ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match...[read poem]
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By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
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to winter
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind."
Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath...[read poem]
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Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath...
the kraken
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dre...[read poem]
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Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dre...
charge of the light brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
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Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
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the eagle (a fragment)
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the a...[read poem]
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Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the a...
now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor...[read poem]
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Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor...
the lotos-eaters
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soo...[read poem]
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"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soo...
the careless good fellow
A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late,
What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state?...[read poem]
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What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state?...
ring out, wild bells
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dyi...[read poem]
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The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dyi...
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