Who is Eden Phillpotts

Eden Phillpotts (4 November 1862 – 29 December 1960) was an English author, poet and dramatist. He was born in Mount Abu, India, was educated in Plymouth, Devon, and worked as an insurance officer for 10 years before studying for the stage and eventually becoming a writer.

Life Eden Phillpotts was a great-nephew of Henry Phillpotts, Bishop of Exeter. His father Henry Phillpotts was a son of the bishop’s younger brother Thomas Phillpotts. James Surtees Phillpotts the reforming headmaster of Bedford School was his second cousin.

Eden Phillpotts was born on 4 November 1862 at Mount Abu in Rajasthan. His father Henry was an officer in the Indian Army, while his mother Adelaide was the daughter of an Indian Civil Service officer posted in Madras, G...
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  • To Rupert Brooke
    Though we, a happy few,
    Indubitably knew
    That from the purple came
    This poet of pure flame,...
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Top 10 most used topics by Eden Phillpotts

Son 1 Grave 1 Flame 1 Pure 1 Morning 1 Earth 1 I Love You 1 World 1 War 1 Song 1


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  • Quotes08328266: you never know what a fool you can be till life gives you the chance. eden phillpotts
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