Andrew Crosse the poet

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Andrew Crosse was a man of many talents. He wasn't just interested in the sciences, but also in the arts.

He took inspiration for his poetry from the Quantock Hills where he lived. He once said that, ‘I have a stake through my heart that nails me to Quantock’.

Wordsworth and Coleridge

Among the many visitors to Fyne Court, it's reputed that William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge came to see Andrew Crosse.

Coleridge Cottage is only a few miles away from Fyne Court in the Quantocks, and is also under our care.

Andrew’s poems were inspired by nature and the things he saw around him, for example:

Spring

'Who'er owns a heart, now let it expand!
All hail to the blossoms that bloom o'er the land!

All hail to the fragrance that floats on the gale!

All hail to the songster that skims through the vale!

Off, cares and vexations! I'll fling ye away!
And though ye'll come back, ye shall not come to-day.
In the meads will I revel. What Fate may assign
I toss to the winds: this day shall be mine.'

Winter

'Twas winter's depth, yet not the lightest breeze
Shook the keen icicle that gemmed the trees,
Which reared their stiffened heads in jewelled state;
Branches on branches, bowed with icy weight,
As drooped their lower limbs superbly bound
In radient fetters to the spangled ground.
Feathered with heaven's own plumage, tipt with gold,
Glowing with dyes unnumbered, hues untold,
Stolen from the God of Day, who quits the hills,
And from his throne refulgent light distils.
Each turf of thistle, in its gorgeous dress,
Scoffs at the labored pomps that kings opress;
From every centre emanating play
Its needled crystals in the blaze of day.'