Coventry Patmore (1823–1896)
Author of The angel in the house
About the Author
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Works by Coventry Patmore
Further letters of Gerard Manley Hopkins: Including his correspondence with Coventry Patmore (1963) 13 copies
Faithful for ever 5 copies
The espousals 5 copies
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Common Knowledge
- Legal name
- Patmore, Coventry Kersey Dighton
- Birthdate
- 1823-07-23
- Date of death
- 1896-11-26
- Gender
- male
- Education
- privately educated
- Occupations
- poet
literary critic
librarian - Organizations
- British Museum (librarian)
- Awards and honors
- Royal Society of Arts (silver palette, 1838)
- Relationships
- Patmore, Derek (great-grandson)
- Nationality
- UK
- Birthplace
- Woodford, Essex, England, UK
- Places of residence
- Woodford, Essex, England, UK (birthplace ∙ now part of London)
Lymington, Hampshire, England, UK
Hampstead, London, England, UK - Place of death
- Lymington, Hampshire, England, UK
- Associated Place (for map)
- England, UK
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Reviews
"Well, why not just take one quick look?"
The foolish reader asks herself,
And plucks another ghastly book
Into her lap from off the shelf.
"What is this rhyming scheme I see?
Annoying, and a bit singsong.
First A, then B, then A, then B –
Good heavens, where did I go wrong?"
"Where are the books of fun and joy,
The books that would bring me delight?
Why do I read this sexist goy
As soon as I conclude Twilight?"
"Research," I murmur with a sigh.
"This book will help my novel work.
That's why I read this show more sexist guy,
Although he is a total jerk."
"He makes me want to pound my head,
Or hang myself with my own scarf;
His writing fills my soul with dread;
Let's face it: this book makes me barf."
"'Her daisy eyes had learn'd to droop' –
Dear sir, please tell me what this means.
I think that you are full of poop.
Your poem makes me want to screams."
"This poet's full of mule manure!
How does he know how women tick?
He can't say what we're like, I'm sure –
For heaven's sake, he has a dick."
"He likes his girls dumb and demure
Religious, mild, and gently bred;
He likes us sweet and simple, pure,
Without a thought inside our head."
"Well, sir, I cannot help but think
That you and I should never meet.
Your thoughts on women frankly stink
More than a mar'thon runner's feet."
"I'm so glad that you bought the farm
So long ago and far away;
For I would surely do you harm
If you mansplained this shit today."
(I was going to do something all educational and classy and talk about Virginia Woolf and stuff, but this was more fun. Plus now you know what the book sounds like without all the trouble of reading it.) show less
The foolish reader asks herself,
And plucks another ghastly book
Into her lap from off the shelf.
"What is this rhyming scheme I see?
Annoying, and a bit singsong.
First A, then B, then A, then B –
Good heavens, where did I go wrong?"
"Where are the books of fun and joy,
The books that would bring me delight?
Why do I read this sexist goy
As soon as I conclude Twilight?"
"Research," I murmur with a sigh.
"This book will help my novel work.
That's why I read this show more sexist guy,
Although he is a total jerk."
"He makes me want to pound my head,
Or hang myself with my own scarf;
His writing fills my soul with dread;
Let's face it: this book makes me barf."
"'Her daisy eyes had learn'd to droop' –
Dear sir, please tell me what this means.
I think that you are full of poop.
Your poem makes me want to screams."
"This poet's full of mule manure!
How does he know how women tick?
He can't say what we're like, I'm sure –
For heaven's sake, he has a dick."
"He likes his girls dumb and demure
Religious, mild, and gently bred;
He likes us sweet and simple, pure,
Without a thought inside our head."
"Well, sir, I cannot help but think
That you and I should never meet.
Your thoughts on women frankly stink
More than a mar'thon runner's feet."
"I'm so glad that you bought the farm
So long ago and far away;
For I would surely do you harm
If you mansplained this shit today."
(I was going to do something all educational and classy and talk about Virginia Woolf and stuff, but this was more fun. Plus now you know what the book sounds like without all the trouble of reading it.) show less
If you don't like this book, it's probably because your Marxist professor told you not to.
My childhood favorite: Bishop Hatto, pp 137-139.
Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore was an English poet (1823-1896)known chiefly for his long poem, "The Angel in the House", extolling the joys of married life and the treasure of a loving wife. The 'Angel' of the poem was Patmore's wife, Emily, and he describes their courtship, marriage and family life. The poem has had an enduring popularity from the 19th century on into today.
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