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Mary Crawford Fraser on Edward Lear

For some reason we were drawn to choose quite a new spot for our villegglatura in the summer of 1870, a retreat in the Maritime Alps, of which till then I had seen very little. I think the train took … Continue reading

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And What About Charles?

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] The 18th son Charles had an interesting story, he became medical Missionary and went to the West coast of Africa, was a great favourite of the Chiefs, and when he nearly died of malaria, … Continue reading

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“Twentieth of Twenty-one”: Edward Lear and his Siblings (3)

[Part 1] [Part 2] The Lears were non-conformists and had their children baptized at the Meeting House at Haberdashers’ Hall by Pastor Joseph Brooksbank, and all the children who reached adulthood, except Charles, appear in the “Register of Births and … Continue reading

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“Twentieth of Twenty-one”: Edward Lear and his Siblings (2)

[Part 1] [Part 3] A second group of family documents is located at the National Art Library in London, “Papers of Ellen Newsom (Née Lear) and her family, 1795-1884,” (Manuscript MSL/1985/3) which includes several items relating to the family, among … Continue reading

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Edward Lear & Friends in Corfu

Houghton Library owns an album of photographs from Franklin Lushington’s family, and its website includes a finding aid linking to a couple of digitized photographs. The one above is of particular interest as it shows some of the people Edward … Continue reading

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Dear Edward Lear I Love Your Birds

Dear Edward Lear I Love Your Birds by Jeredith Merrin The Red and Yellow Macaw resplendent, And clearly your puff-chested model, Arching head over the arc of half-extended Red yellow blue wing, intended us to look. My first was in … Continue reading

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Jennie Feldman, The Grey Bird

No bright rhyme for this backward glare, the oboe-squawk half throttled with hindsight’s effort. Barely, acrobatically, hanging on. Is it in the way fear squiggles a frown and overdoes the eye’s black brow that we glimpse relief? Gravity resisted against … Continue reading

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