Who is Arthur Christopher Benson

Arthur Christopher Benson, (24 April 1862 – 17 June 1925) was an English essayist, poet and academic, and the 28th Master of Magdalene College, Cambridge. He wrote the lyrics of Edward Elgar’s Coronation Ode, including the words of the patriotic song "Land of Hope and Glory" (1902). His literary criticism, poems, and volumes of essays were highly regarded. He was also noted as an author of ghost stories. Early life and familyBenson was born on 24 April 1862 at Wellington College, Berkshire as one of six children of Edward White Benson (1829–1896), Archbishop of Canterbury from 1883 to 1896 and, before that, the first headmaster of the college. His mother, Mary Sidgwick Benson, was a sister of the philosopher Henry Sidgwick.Benson's literary family included his brothers Edward Freder...
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  • The Phoenix
    By feathers green, across Casbeen
    The pilgrims track the Phoenix flown,
    By gems he strew'd in waste and wood,
    And jewell'd plumes at random thrown....
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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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