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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.

psychojography: Hawker's Hut on Hartland is the National Trust's smallest property. The two seater driftwood shack was originally built in the 19th Century by Reverend Robert Stephen Hawker of Morwenstow, an eccentric anglican vicar/ poet /mermaid impersonator and more, if more be needed.

RabbiKenCohen: “The Song of the Western Men", also known as "Trelawny", a Cornish patriotic song, was written by Robert Stephen Hawker in 1824. A quintessential British eccentric, Hawker, a parson, excommunicated his cat for mousing on the Sabbath.

KWTWeather: For all those joining in with the flag waving and singing at 9pm. We thought you would find these song lyrics handy. Trelawny Lyrics by Robert Stephen Hawker (1804–1875) A good sword and a trusty hand, A merry heart and true! King James's men shall understand What Cornish

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gwenofmonmouth: Let me tell you about an absolute icon (& my distant relation) Robert Stephen Hawker. He was a vicar in Cornwall, mates with Tennyson, spent a lot of time in his cliffside hut, writing poems & smoking opium. He may or may not have once dressed up as a mermaid.

eccentricazalea: 3 of 5 stars to The Botathen Ghost by Robert Stephen Hawker

elbe44: ‘The Vicar of Morwenstow’, Robert Stephen Hawker, by Sabine Baring Gould. A noted eccentric, and poet, about whom much has been written. He married a woman of 40 when he was 20, and at 61 he married a second wife aged 21. Best remembered for his kindness to shipwrecked sailors.

OllieMugwump: 4 of 5 stars to The Botathen Ghost by Robert Stephen Hawker

abraham9176: The Reverend Robert Stephen Hawker. Parish priest of a seaside village in Cornwall. Used to spend his spare time dressed as a mermaid. And who said the clergy where abnormal??

MaddyPelling: Staying in a cottage with no phone signal or WiFi means we've resorted to reading aloud. Last night, we discovered...

arslongvitabrev: The Vicar of Morwenstow: A Life of Robert Stephen Hawker, M.A. by Sabine Baring-Gould

MadGeometer: "Unclean! unclean! ten cubits and a span, Keep from the wholesome touch of human-kind: Stand at the gate, and beat...

laetitiakriel: A good sword and a trusty hand, A merry heart and true, King James's men shall understand, What Cornish lads can do - Robert Stephen Hawker

arslongvitabrev: The Vicar of Morwenstow: A Life of Robert Stephen Hawker, M.A. by Sabine Baring-Gould

arslongvitabrev: The Vicar of Morwenstow: A Life of Robert Stephen Hawker, M.A. by Sabine Baring-Gould

dasserghiKER: The history of The Trelawny Song by Henry Jenner. When Robert Stephen Hawker originally published the verse in 1824...

arslongvitabrev: The Vicar of Morwenstow: A Life of Robert Stephen Hawker, M.A. by Sabine Baring-Gould

LondonSEWalks: Charles Church, Plymouth. Destroyed in 1941. Rarely do people get across this busy roundabout. Plaque to Robert Ste...

LondonSEWalks: Charles Church. Destroyed by enemy action, 1941. Plaque to Robert Stephen Hawker, - parson poet.

PRScredda: Q6. The eccentric Robert Stephen Hawker was vicar here from 1834 to 1875



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