Jones, William R.. “Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704).” Oxford Dictionary of National Biography. Ed. H. C. G. Matthew and Brian Harrison. Oxford: OUP, 2004. Biographical information Given name: Tom Family name: Brown Birth date: ca. 1663 Death date: 16 June 1704 Nationality: English Education Newport grammar school Christ Church, Oxford to 20 March 1684 Occupation: Schoolmaster Residences London Newport, Shropshire Buried at: East Cloister, Westminster Abbey
to the dead in the graveyard underneath my window
How can you lie so still? All day I watch
And never a blade of all the green sod moves
To ...[read poem]
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And never a blade of all the green sod moves
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the properly scholarly attitude
The poet pursues his beautiful theme;
The preacher his golden beatitude;
And I run afte...[read poem]
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The preacher his golden beatitude;
And I run afte...
i do not love thee, dr fell
I do not love thee, Dr Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full ...[read poem]
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The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full ...
doctor fell
Doctor Fell
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.
The reason why, I cannot tell;
But this ...[read poem]
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I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.
The reason why, I cannot tell;
But this ...
the lonely death
In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
In waters of ice; myself
Will shiver, and shrive mys...[read poem]
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In waters of ice; myself
Will shiver, and shrive mys...
triad
These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow. . the hour
Before the dawn. . the mouth of one
Just dead.
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Three silent things:
The falling snow. . the hour
Before the dawn. . the mouth of one
Just dead.
grain field
Scarlet the poppies
Blue the corn-flowers,
Golden the wheat.
Gold for The Eternal:...[read poem]
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Blue the corn-flowers,
Golden the wheat.
Gold for The Eternal:...
release
With swift
Great sweep of her
Magnificent arm my pain
Clanged back the doors that shut my soul
From life.
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Great sweep of her
Magnificent arm my pain
Clanged back the doors that shut my soul
From life.
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