Thomas Love Peacock (Weymouth, Dorset, Inglaterra, 1785 - Lower Halliford, Shepperton, Surrey, Inglaterra, 1866). Autor del Romanticismo que escribió novelas satíricas, aunque también poemas.
Algunas de sus obras son Brings some Madeira, Crotchet Castle, Nightmare Abbey, Melincourt, Headlong Hall, The Misfortunes of Elphin...
Conocido en nuestros días sobre todo por el humor y el ambiente gótico de su obra Nightmare Abbey. Fue amigo íntimo del poeta Shelley.
¿Sabes que murió debido a las quemaduras que sufrió al tratar de salvar su bibilioteca de las llamas?
Love and Age
I PLAY’D with you ’mid cowslips blowing,
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Through groves and meads, o’er grass and heather,
With little playmates, to and fro,
We wander’d hand in hand together;
But that was sixty years ago.
You grew a lovely roseate maiden,
And still our early love was strong;
Still with no care our days were laden,
They glided joyously along;
And I did love you very dearly,
How dearly words want power to show;
I thought your heart was touch’d as nearly;
But that was fifty years ago.
Then other lovers came around you,
Your beauty grew from year to year,
And many a splendid circle found you
The centre of its glittering sphere.
I saw you then, first vows forsaking,
On rank and wealth your hand bestow;
O, then I thought my heart was breaking!—
But that was forty years ago.
And I lived on, to wed another:
No cause she gave me to repine;
And when I heard you were a mother,
I did not wish the children mine.
My own young flock, in fair progression,
Made up a pleasant Christmas row:
My joy in them was past expression;
But that was thirty years ago.
You grew a matron plump and comely,
You dwelt in fashion’s brightest blaze;
My earthly lot was far more homely;
But I too had my festal days.
No merrier eyes have ever glisten’d
Around the hearth-stone’s wintry glow,
Than when my youngest child was christen’d;
But that was twenty years ago.
Time pass’d. My eldest girl was married,
And I am now a grandsire gray;
One pet of four years old I’ve carried
Among the wild-flower’d meads to play.
In our old fields of childish pleasure,
Where now, as then, the cowslips blow,
She fills her basket’s ample measure;
And that is not ten years ago.
But though first love’s impassion’d blindness
Has pass’d away in colder light,
I still have thought of you with kindness,
And shall do, till our last good-night.
The ever-rolling silent hours
Will bring a time we shall not know,
When our young days of gathering flowers
Will be an hundred years ago.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/thomas-love-peacock
https://www.cambridge.org/core/series/cambridge-edition-of-the-novels-of-thomas-love-peacock/761D9D58A5F3C324C0E8692799498D00
https://www.cambridge.org/core/publications/collections/cambridge-editions/the-novels-of-thomas-love-peacock
http://www.thomaslovepeacock.net/
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/493
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2075/2075-h/2075-h.htm
https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/9909/pg9909-images.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1elXrrkfhs
https://englishverse.com/poems/love_and_age
https://poetryarchive.org/poet/thomas-love-peacock/
https://mypoeticside.com/poets/thomas-love-peacock-poems
https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v40/n03/thomas-keymer/bring-some-madeira
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/nov/18/100-best-novels-nightmare-abbey-thomas-love-peacock
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cF5eblEgVoU
https://archives.nypl.org/cps/22385
https://www.kyrackramer.com/2017/10/18/the-laughing-philosopher-thomas-love-peacock/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e4c5_E8qF8
https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1014736917428511&set=a.436721428563399
https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Love_Peacock
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Love_Peacock
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Misfortunes_of_Elphin
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nightmare_Abbey
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crotchet_Castle
