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Robert Hawker (poet)

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thumb|Hawker in 1864 Robert Stephen Hawker (3 December 1803 – 15 August 1875) was a British Anglican priest, poet, antiquarian and reputed eccentric, known to his parishioners as Parson Hawker. Quotes A good sword and a trusty hand!  A merry heart and true!King James’s men shall understand  What Cornish lads can do.And have they fix’d the where and when?  And shall Trelawny die?Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men  Will know the reason why! "The Song of the Western Men", sts. 1, 2 (wr. 1824; pub. 1826) Waes-hael for knight and dame!  O merry be their dole!Drink-hael! in Jesu’s name  We fill the tawny bowl;But cover down the curving crest,Mould of the Orient Lady’s breast. "King Arthur’s Waes-hael", st. 1 We see them not—we cannot hear  The music of their wing—Yet know we that they sojourn near,  The Angels of the spring!They glide along this lovely ground  When the first violet grows;Their graceful hands have just unbound  The zone of yonder rose.I gather it for thy dear breast,  From stain and shadow free:That which an Angel’s touch hath blest  Is meet, my love, for thee! "Are they not all Ministering Spirits?" They rear’d their lodges in the wilderness,Or built them cells beside the shadowy sea,And there they dwelt with angels, like a dream!So they unroll’d the Volume of the BookAnd fill’d the fields of the Evangelist  With thoughts as sweet as flowers. "The First Fathers" There lies a cold corpse upon the sands  Down by the rolling sea;Close up the eyes and straighten the hands  As a Christian man’s should be.Bury it deep, for the good of my soul,  Six feet below the ground;Let the sexton come and the death-bell toll  And good men stand around.Lay it among the churchyard stones,  Where the priest hath bless’d the clay:I cannot leave the unburied bones,  And I fain would go my way. "Death Song" Thus said the rushing raven,  Unto his hungry mate:‘Ho! gossip! for Bude Haven:  There be corpses six or eight.Cawk! cawk! the crew and skipper  Are wallowing in the sea:So there’s a savoury supper  For my old dame and me.’ "A Croon on Hennacliff", st. 1 (1864) External links Category:Poets from England Category:1803 births Category:1875 deaths Category:Anglicans from the United Kingdom