Who is Robert Stephen Hawker

Robert Stephen Hawker (1803–1875), was an Anglican priest, poet, antiquarian of Cornwall and reputed eccentric. He is best known as the writer of "The Song of the Western Men" with its chorus line of "And shall Trelawny die? / Here's twenty thousand Cornish men / will know the reason why!", which he published anonymously in 1825. His name became known after Charles Dickens acknowledged his authorship of "The Song of the Western Men" in the serial magazine Household Words.BiographyHawker was born in the clergy house of Charles Church, Plymouth, on 3 December 1803. He was the eldest of nine children and grandson of Robert Hawker, vicar of Charles Church. When he was about ten years old his father, Jacob Stephen Hawker, took Holy Orders and left Plymouth to become curate of Altarnun, leavin...
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Egapnala65: trelawny - louisa t. clare/robert stephen hawker
Critreadings: cr episode 159: the sangraal of robert stephen hawker
Prof_cooper: happy 219th birthday today to robert stephen hawker (1803-1875), anglican clergyman, poet, eccentric. aged 19, he married charlotte eliza i'ans (aged 41), honeymooned at tintagel, and there became fascinated by arthuriana, writing the quest of the sangraal. a most remarkable man.
Leetrewhela: on this day in 1803 the extraordinary rev robert stephen hawker was born.
Kingbobiiv: 1. as this week, we celebrate the harvest festival, here's a little thread about absolutely, utterly bonkers plymouth-born, adopted cornishman, reverend robert stephen hawker, who invented it.
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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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