Sixty-five sonnets : with prefatory remarks on the accordance of the sonnet with the powers of the English language, also a few miscellaneous poems.

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Author / Creator:Doubleday, Thomas, 1790-1870, author.
Imprint:London : Printed for Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 47, Paternoster-Row, 1818.
London : C. Baldwin, printer, New Bridge-Street
Description:140 pages ; 17 cm
Language:English
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Format: Print Book
Local Note:University of Chicago Library's copy is number 1 of 2 titles bound together; bound with: Doubleday, Thomas. Dioclesian. London : Hurst, Chance, and Co., 1829.
University of Chicago Library's copy forms part of the Gerald N. Wachs Collection of Nineteenth Century English Poetry.
URL for this record:http://pi.lib.uchicago.edu/1001/cat/bib/11381599
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Other uniform titles:Gerald N. Wachs Collection of Nineteenth Century English Poetry.
Other authors / contributors:Greene, William, 1788-1861, author.
Baldwin, Charles, 1774-1865, printer.
Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, publisher.
Provenance:Added manuscript collective title page: Sonnets and Dioclesian, by T. Doubleday, with autograph notes by the author. 1850.
Former owner's signature: G.H. Gilchrist.
Former owner's inscription, page 27: These sonnets were the joint production of Thomas Doubleday and William Greene. The initials "T.D." and "W.G" were written by Mr. Doubleday, in my house, to shew their respective claims. G.H. Gilcrhist.
Annotations throughout in 3 hands: Doubleday, Gilchrist, and anonymous.
Bound in at end, 4 pages with inscription by Doubleday regarding Sonnets 54, 41, and Epistle to __: Sonnet LIV. This was, I believe the first sonnet that I ever penned. I fear I have written few better, and I hope not many worse. Sonnet XLI. This sonnet had an odd origin. A friend asserted that it was not possible to write anything original on "the moon." I bet a wager that I should succeed in[?] [illegible] so & this sonnet won me five shillings, more than it is worth. Page 120, Epistle to ___ These lines were addressed to my old and worthy friend Robert Roxby and were written when I was about nineteen years old. I cannot read them now without emotion. A more single hearted man, or a more social, never lived . He then lodged in a court called Machford Buildings and had not long before published his "Lay of the reedwater minstrel." An odd but by no means, unpoetical ballad poem, of which some stanzas were contributed by me. He now lives in the church yard of St. Paul Westgate Hill, a place where we often used to walk and where some of these verses were composed "requiescat in pace." Such is human life. T.D.
Notes:By Thomas Doubleday and William Greene. Consult New Cambridge bibliography of English literature and A collection of right merrie garlands for north country anglers, pages 311-312.
New Cambridge bibliography of English literature, volume 3, column 378
Gerald N. Wachs Collection of Nineteenth-Century Poetry, entry 302

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