2. Devon
Devon (historically also known as Devonshire)
is a country of England, reaching from
the Bristol Channel in the north to the English
Channel in the south.
3. Nam e
Devon derives its name from Dumnonia,
which, during the British Iron Age and
Roman Britain, was the homeland of
the Dumnonii Celts.
4. Geogr aphy
Geographically, Devon is the only country of
England to have non-continuous stretches of
coastline to both the north and south. Both
coastlines include both cliffs and sandy shores
5. Samuel Taylor
Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (21 October 1772 – 25
July 1834) was an English poet, literary critic
and philosopher who, with his friend William
Wordsworth, was a founder of the Romantic
Movement in England and a member of
the Lake Poets.
6. Education
He attended Dame Key’s Reading School from
1775 , and the Henry VIII Free Grammar
School from 1778. After his father died in
1781, Coleridge attended Christ's Hospital
School in London, where he met lifelong
friend Charles Lamb.
7. M ar r iage
While in London, he also befriended a classmate
named Tom Evans, who introduced Coleridge
to his family. Coleridge fell in love with Tom's
older sister Mary.
8. Poetr y
In 1795 Coleridge befriended William
Wordsworth,
who
greatly
influenced
Coleridge's verse. Coleridge, whose early work
was celebratory and conventional, began
writing in a more natural style. In 1796
Coleridge published his first volume of poetry,
Poems on Various Subjects, and began the
first of ten issues of a liberal political
publication entitled The Watchman.
9. Death
He died in Highgate, London on July 25, 1834,
providing his own epitaph:
Beneath this sod
A Poet lies; or that which once was he.
O lift one thought in prayer for S.T.C.
That he, who many a year with toil of breath,
Found Death in Life, may here find Life in Death.
10. Answer To A Child's Question
Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linnet, and thrush say, 'I love and I love!'
In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong;
What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing, and loving, all come back together.
Then the lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings, and forever sings he-'I love my Love, and my Love loves me!'
