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.

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Hawker 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...
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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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Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.)
 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even as the Blessed, at the final summons,
Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,
Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
A hundred rose
ad vocem tanti senis
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Ministers and messengers of life eternal.
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