Who is William Howitt

William Howitt (18 December 1792 – 3 March 1879), was a prolific English writer on history and other subjects. Howitt Primary Community School in Heanor, Derbyshire, is named after him and his wife.BiographyHowitt was born at Heanor, Derbyshire. His parents were Quakers, and he was educated at the Friends public school at Ackworth, Yorkshire. His younger brothers were Richard and Godrey whom he helped tutor. In 1814 he published a poem on the Influence of Nature and Poetry on National Spirit. He married, in 1821, Mary Botham, who like himself was a Quaker and a poet. William and Mary Howitt collaborated throughout a long literary career, the first of their joint productions being The Forest Minstrels and other Poems (1821).In 1831, William Howitt produced a work resulting naturally from ...
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William Howitt Poems

  • The Wind In A Frolic
    The wind one morning sprang up from sleep,
    Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap!
    Now for a madcap, galloping chase!
    I'll make a commotion in every place!”...
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Bold 1 Grave 1 Stand 1 Roof 1 Morning 1 Dirty 1 Town 1 Play 1 Great 1 Place 1


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O do not walk so fast.
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Or else I shall be lost,

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The child was wet with dew.
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