Who is Robert Southey

Robert Southey ( or ; 12 August 1774 – 21 March 1843) was an English poet of the Romantic school, and Poet laureate from 1813 until his death. Like the other Lake Poets, William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Southey began as a radical but became steadily more conservative as he gained respect for Britain and its institutions. Other romantics such as Byron accused him of siding with the establishment for money and status. He is remembered especially for the poem "After Blenheim" and the original version of "Goldilocks and the Three Bears".

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Robert Southey was born in Wine Street, Bristol, to Robert Southey and Margaret Hill. He was educated at Westminster School, London (where he was expelled for writing an article in The Flagellant attributing the i...
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Icelibrary: fascinating lecture based on robert southey's journal and letters between thomas telford and andrew little, both held in our archive
Rhealynmugri: "it is with words as with sunbeams. the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn" -- robert southey
Hourlyquotesbot: no distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth. — robert southey
Meowimagebot: it is with words as with sunbeams. the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn. - robert southey
Allour_stories: robert southey poet laureate died otd 1843.  wrote the original goldilocks story. who likes honey? bears and poets. ‘let me be likened to a dumbledore (bumblebee)' said southey 'the most goodnatured of god's insects’. bees are magic. and poetry.
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Father, father, where are you going
O do not walk so fast.
Speak father, speak to your little boy
Or else I shall be lost,

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The child was wet with dew.
The mire was deep, & the child did weep
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