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Francis Beaumont John Fletcher
Francis Beaumont (1584 – March 6, 1616) was a dramatist in the English Renaissance theatre, most famous for his collaborations with John Fletcher. Beaumont was the son of Sir Francis Beaumont of Grace Dieu, Leicestershire, a justice of the common pleas. He was born at the family seat and was educated at Broadgates Hall (now Pembroke College, Oxford) at age thirteen. Following the death of his father in 1598, he left university without a degree and followed in his father's footsteps by entering the Inner Temple in London in 1600. Accounts suggest that Beaumont did not work long as a lawyer. He became a student of poet and playwright Ben Jonson; he was also acquainted with Michael Drayton and other poets and dramatists, and decided that was where his passion lay. His first work, Salmacis and Hermaphroditus, appeared in 1602. The 1911 edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica describes the work as "not on the whole discreditable to a lad of eighteen, fresh from the popular love-poems of Marlowe and Shakespeare, which it naturally exceeds in long-winded and fantastic diffusion of episodes and conceits." In 1605, Beaumont wrote commendatory verses to Jonson's Volpone.

the waste land (part v)
V. What the Thunder Said

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, whil... [read poem]
macavity: the mystery cat
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
For he's the master criminal who can def... [read poem]
the dry salvages: canto iii
I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant -
Among other things - or one way of putting t... [read poem]
gus: the theatre cat
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is reall... [read poem]
the waste land (part iv)
IV. Death By Water

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls... [read poem]
the passionate shepherd to his love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, grove... [read poem]
the journey of the magi
'A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For the journey, and such a l... [read poem]
little gidding
Ash on an old man's sleeve
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended... [read poem]
sweeney among the nightingales
'omoi peplegmai kairian plegen eso'

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his ar... [read poem]
rhapsody on a windy night
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering... [read poem]
growltiger's last stand
Growltiger was a Bravo Cat, who travelled on a barge:
In fact he was the roughest cat that ever... [read poem]
to walter de la mare
The children who explored the brook and found
A desert island with a sandy cove
(A hiding ... [read poem]
la figlia che piange (the weeping girl)
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair -
Lean on a garden urn -
Weave, weave the sunli... [read poem]
lay a garland on my hearse
Lay a garland on my hearse,
Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow branches bear,
... [read poem]
portrait of a lady
Thou hast committed --
Fornication: but that was in another country,
And besides, the wenc... [read poem]
the love song of j. alfred prufrock
S`io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
... [read poem]
the hippopotamus
The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to ... [read poem]
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