Who is R. D. Blackmore

Richard Doddridge Blackmore (7 June 1825 – 20 January 1900), known as R. D. Blackmore, was one of the most famous English novelists of the second half of the nineteenth century. He won acclaim for vivid descriptions and personification of the countryside, sharing with Thomas Hardy a Western England background and a strong sense of regional setting in his works.Blackmore, often referred to as the "Last Victorian", was a pioneer of the movement in fiction that continued with Robert Louis Stevenson and others. He has been described as "proud, shy, reticent, strong-willed, sweet-tempered, and self-centred." Apart from his novel Lorna Doone, which has enjoyed continuing popularity, his work has gone out of print.BiographyRichard Doddridge Blackmore was born on 7 June 1825 at Longworth in Berk...
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R. D. Blackmore Poems

  • Dominus Illuminatio Mea
    In the hour of death, after this life's whim,
    When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
    And pain has exhausted every limb-
    The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him....
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Pride 1 Delight 1 Tear 1 Mind 1 Small 1 Forsake 1 Head 1 I Love You 1 Trust 1 Angel 1


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Colincoyote: 7. ‘lorna doone’ by r. d. blackmore
Exmobot: why was blackmore excomm'd?
Bhdflanagan: both d russell and r blackmore walked away, thankfully.
Susannah_fulltn: in addition to being one of the most famous english novelists of the second half of the 19th century, r.d. blackmore knew a lot about growing fruit. read more:
Karenateeters1: vintage lorna doone by r d blackmore, antique illustrated hardcover classic book, marked 1889, library copy, academia, book collector
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 073
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?

The fame is quench'd that I foresaw,
The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath:
I curse not nature, no, nor death;
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