Arthur Clement Hilton
Biography of Arthur Clement Hilton
Arthur Clement Hilton was born in 1851 and educated at Marlborough College and St. John's College, Cambridge, where he published in 1872 The Light Green, a collection of verse parodies.
After graduating from Wells Theological College in January 1873, Hilton was ordained deacon on March 1, 1874, became curate of St. Clement and St. Mary, Sandwich, and was ordained priest in 1875.
He took his M.A. at Cambridge in 1876 and died suddenly and unexpectedly April 3, 1877.It was not until 1902 that his collected works were published.
Arthur Clement Hilton's Works:
The Light Green (1872)
Collected Works (1902)
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Arthur Clement Hilton Poems
I've really done enough of sums, I've done so very many, That now instead of doing sum I'd rather not do any.
By Edward Leary. There was an old fellow of Peterhouse, Who said, "You could not find a neater house Than our new Combination-Room
By Algernon Charles Sin-Burn Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed, Whence camest to dazzle our eyes? With thy bosom bespangled and banded
The Vulture And The Husbandman
By Louisa CarolineN.B. -- A Vulture is a rapacious and obscene bird, whichdestroys its prey by plucking it limb from limb with its powerfulbeak and talons.A Husbandman is a man in a low position of life, who supportshimself by the use of the plough. -- (Johnson's Dictionary). The rain was raining cheerfully, As if it had been May; The Senate-House appeared inside
The Heathen Pass-Ee
Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for plots that are dark
By Rosina Christetti Ding dong, Ding dong, There goes the Gong, Dick, come along,
I've really done enough of sums,
I've done so very many,
That now instead of doing sum
I'd rather not do any.
I've toiled until my fingers are
With writing out of joint;
And even now of Decimals
I cannot see the point.
Subtraction to my weary mind