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Flaxman, John

(Encyclopedia) Flaxman, John, 1755–1826, English sculptor and draftsman. At 20 he went to work for Josiah Wedgwood, designing the cameolike decorations for Wedgwood's pottery. Later, in Rome, he…

Varley, John

(Encyclopedia) Varley, John, 1778–1842, English painter in watercolor; one of the founders of the Old Water Colour Society. He is best known for his paintings of Welsh mountain country. He was also…

Palmer, Samuel

(Encyclopedia) Palmer, Samuel, 1805–81, English landscape watercolorist, etcher, and mystic. Under the influence of William Blake he produced in sepia a series of remarkable visionary drawings of…

Egan, Pierce

(Encyclopedia) Egan, Pierce, 1772–1849, English sports writer. He was the author of Life in London, a lively account of the sporting gallants of the Regency. With its rough humor and colloquial style…

Poems: Laughing Song

by WilliamBlakeThe Little Boy FoundA SongLaughing Song When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our…

Robert Blake, 2002 News

actor, was arrested in April and charged with murdering his wife, Bonnie Lee Bakley, who was shot in the head in a car parked outside a California restaurant in May 2001. Blake said he went…

Robert Blake, 2005 News

actor, was acquitted by a California jury in March of the 2001 murder of his wife, Bonny Lee Bakley. He was also found not guilty of hiring two stuntmen to kill her. She was shot in the head…

William Blake: The Echoing Green

by WilliamBlakeThe ShepherdThe LambThe Echoing Green The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of…

William Blake: The Book of Thel, I

by WilliamBlakeIII The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks, All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air. To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal…

Poems: The Fly

by WilliamBlakeThe Sick RoseThe AngelThe Fly Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me…