Scottish Poet

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James Thomson - Poets
... James Thomson (poet) (1700–1748), Scottish poet and playwright, author of The Seasons and Rule, Britannia!" James Thomson (weaver poet) (1763–1832), Scottish poet ...
November 7 - Births
1779) 1750 – Friedrich Leopold zu Stolberg-Stolberg, German poet (d. 1899 – Yitzhak Lamdan, Russian-Israeli poet and columnist (d ... Rendra, Indonesian poet and playwright (d ...
September 16 - Births
1798) 1722 – Gabriel Christie, Scottish-English general (d. 1927) 1858 – Bonar Law, Canadian-Scottish politician, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom (d. 1937) 1880 – Alfred Noyes, English poet (d ...
April 10 - Births
450) 1512 – James V of Scotland, Scottish king (d. 1912) 1837 – Forceythe Willson, American poet (d. 1937 – Bella Akhmadulina, Russian poet (d ...
List Of Poets - Alphabetical List - S - Sc–Se
... Genrikh Sapgir (1928–1999), Russian poet and fiction writer Leslie Scalapino (1944–2010), American poet, experimental prose writer, playwright, essayist, and editor associated with the Language and. 1500–1564), French poet Georges Schehadé (1905–1989), Lebanese playwright and poet writing in French Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805), German poet, philosopher, historian, and playwright Arno Schmidt (1914–1 ... Service (1874–1958), Scottish-Canadian poet called the "Bard of the Yukon" Vikram Seth (born 1952), Indian author and poet Anne Sexton (1928–1974), American poet ...

Famous quotes containing the words poet and/or scottish:

    Flash’d from his bed the electric tidings came,
    He is no better, he is much the same.

    Parody of the style of poet laureate Alfred Austin (1835-1913)

    I have hardly begun to live on Staten Island yet; but, like the man who, when forbidden to tread on English ground, carried Scottish ground in his boots, I carry Concord ground in my boots and in my hat,—and am I not made of Concord dust? I cannot realize that it is the roar of the sea I hear now, and not the wind in Walden woods. I find more of Concord, after all, in the prospect of the sea, beyond Sandy Hook, than in the fields and woods.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)