Charles Churchill was an English poet and satirist.
Churchill was born in Vine Street, Westminster. His father, rector of Rainham, Essex, held the curacy and lectureship of St Johns, Westminster, from 1733, and Charles was educated at Westminster School, where he became a good classical scholar, and formed a close and lasting friendship with Robert Lloyd. He was admitted to St John's College, Cambridge on 8 July 1748. Churchill contracted a marriage within the rules of the Fleet in his eighteenth year, and never lived at Cambridge; the young couple lived in his father's house, and Churchill was afterwards sent to the north of England to prepare for holy orders. He became curate of... more »
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Charles Churchill Poems
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite, And cruel parents teach, to read and write! What need of letters? wherefore should we spell?
Health to great Glo'ster!--from a man unknown, Who holds thy health as dearly as his own, Accept this greeting--nor let modest fear
Happy the bard (though few such bards we find) Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind; Dares, unabash'd, in every place appear,
Lines Written In Windsor Park
These verses appeared with Churchill's name to them in the London Magazine for , and there is no reason to doubt their being genuine.
Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride, Assume the pompous port, the martial stride; O'er arm Herculean heave the enormous shield,
The Duellist - Book Ii
Deep in the bosom of a wood, Out of the road, a Temple stood: Ancient, and much the worse for wear,
The Duellist - Book I
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globe Darkness had spread her pitchy robe: Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great good-will, and not more full of spite
Gotham - Book I
Far off (no matter whether east or west, A real country, or one made in jest, Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree, When they are told that grace was said by me; The servants gone to break the scurvy jest
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell To all the follies which in Europe dwell; To Eastern India now, a richer clime,
The Ghost - Book Iv
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence To something of exalted sense 'Bove other men, and, gravely wise, Affect those pleasures to despise,
Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse Boldly defies all mean and partial views; With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
The Ghost: Book Iii (Excerpt)
... Horrid, unwieldly, without form, Savage, as ocean in a storm, Of size prodigious, in the rear,
Comments about Charles Churchill
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,
And cruel parents teach, to read and write!
What need of letters? wherefore should we spell?
Why write our names? A mark will do as well.
Much are the precious hours of youth misspent,
In climbing Learning's rugged, steep ascent;
When to the top the bold adventurer's got,
He reigns, vain monarch, o'er a barren spot;
Whilst in the vale of Ignorance below,
Folly and Vice to rank luxuriance grow;
Honours and wealth pour in on every side,
And proud Preferment rolls her golden tide.
O'er crabbed authors life's gay ...