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Patrick Branwell Brontë (* 26. jún 1817, Thornton, Anglicko, Spojené kráľovstvo – † 24. september 1848, Thornton, Anglicko, Spojené kráľovstvo) bol anglický maliar a básnik, jediný syn v rodine Brontëových, brat spisovateliek Charlotte, Emily a Anne Brontëových.
13 de dez. de 2023 · Patrick Branwell Brontë was a painter and poet, the only son of the Brontë family, and the brother of the writers Charlotte, Emily and Anne. In 1838 he set himself up as a professional portrait painter in a studio in Bradford, but failed to make a living for himself. He worked as a tutor and in various other jobs but died of bronchitis at the ...
Patrick Branwell Brontë nacque a Thornton, nel West Yorkshire, quarto dei sei figli di Patrick Brontë e Maria Branwell; era il fratello minore di Charlotte Brontë e il maggiore di Emily e Anne Brontë. [1] Mentre le sorelle furono educate in collegio a Cowan Bridge, Branwell fu educato a casa dal padre, curato di Haworth dal 1821, che gli ...
26 de jul. de 2018 · Emily Brontë, painted by her brother Branwell c.1833. National Portrait Gallery, London, CC BY-NC-ND. In Wuthering Heights, the relationship between Heathcliff and Cathy defies easy labels ...
30 de dez. de 2018 · It also changed literary history forever, for on this weekend 206 years ago, Patrick Brontë married Maria Branwell. On 29 th December 1812 the farmer’s son from County Down and the merchant’s daughter from Cornwall were married in St. Oswald’s church in Guiseley, between Leeds and Bradford. It had been a whirlwind romance, as Patrick and ...
Patrick's wife Maria Brontë, née Branwell (15 April 1783 – 15 September 1821), was born in Penzance, Cornwall, and came from a comfortably well-off, middle-class family. Her father had a flourishing tea and grocery store and had accumulated considerable wealth. [15]
27 de jun. de 2021 · ‘Patrick Reid Turned Off’ by Branwell Bronte J. S. Horsfall, Leeds Mercury, 15 September 1897 ‘My most vivid remembrances are of Branwell Brontë, who was a great friend of my father’s, and whom I distinctly remember one evening at our house reciting from ‘Childe Harold,’ Byron’s fine address to the ocean.
