Authors starting with R
- Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 - October 29, 1618) -
Ancestry: London, Great Britain
Sir Walter Raleigh was an English aristocrat, writer, poet, soldier, courtier, and explorer.
Raleigh was born to a Protestant family in Devon, the son of Walter Raleigh and Catherine Champernowne. Little is known for certain of his early life, though he spent some time in Ireland, in Killua Castle, Clonmellon, County Westmeath, taking part in the suppression of rebellions and participating in two infamous massacres at Rathlin Island and Smerwick. Later he became a landlord of properties confiscated from the Irish. He rose rapidly in Queen Elizabeth I's favour, being knighted in 1585. He was involved in the early English colonization of the New World in Virginia under a royal patent. In 1591 he secretly married Elizabeth Throckmorton, one of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting, without requesting the Queen's permission, for which he and his wife were sent to the Tower of London. After his release, they retired to his estate at Sherborne, Dorset.
In 1594 Raleigh heard of a "City of Gold" in South America and sailed to find it, publishing an exaggerated account of his experiences in a book that contributed to the legend of El Dorado. After Queen Elizabeth died in 1603, Raleigh was again imprisoned in the Tower, this time for allegedly being involved in the Main Plot against King James I, who was not favourably disposed toward him. In 1616, however, he was released in order to conduct a second expedition in search of El Dorado. This was unsuccessful and the Spanish outpost at San Thomé was ransacked by men under his command. After his return to England, Raleigh was arrested. After a show trial held mainly to appease the Spanish after Raleigh's attack of San Thomé, he was beheaded at Whitehall.
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning wa...
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted...
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Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed t...
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Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I ha...
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A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bo...
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Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flowe...
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And ...
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
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A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remem...
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a fl...
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