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Wilberforce, Samuel
(Encyclopedia) Wilberforce, SamuelWilberforce, Samuelwĭlˈbərfôrs [key], 1805–73, English prelate; son of William Wilberforce. In 1845 he became bishop of Oxford. He did not support the Oxford…Weir, Julian Alden
(Encyclopedia) Weir, Julian AldenWeir, Julian Aldenwēr [key], 1852–1919, b. West Point, N.Y., American painter. He studied with his father Robert Walter Weir, a landscape painter of the Hudson River…Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine
The following table lists every winner of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine, from 1901 through 2016. For years not listed, no award was made. 1901Emil A. von Behring (Germany), for…A. E. Housman: Along the fields as we came by
Along the fields as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and stone Was talking to itself alone. "Oh who are these that kiss and pass? A country lover and his lass; Two…A. E. Housman: As through the wild green hills of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading crest, Low in the forsaken west Sank the high-reared head of Clee, My hand lay empty…A. E. Housman: Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,—call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days…A. E. Housman: Bredon Hill
Bredon HillIn summertime on Bredon[1] The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A happy noise to hear.Here of a Sunday morning My love…A. E. Housman: Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew His leaves that live December through; Break no rosemary, bright with rime And sparkling…A. E. Housman: Clunton and Clunbury,
Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun.In valleys of springs of rivers, By Ony and Teme and Clun, The country for easy livers, The quietest…A. E. Housman: Far in a western brookland
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know.There, in the windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge…Trending
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