East Coker is a village and civil parish in the South Somerset district of Somerset, England. Its nearest town is Yeovil, which is situated two miles north from the village. The village has a population of 1,781. The parish includes the hamlet of Vole.
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... A superb specimen of the Narrow-leafed (or Smooth-leafed) Elm Ulmus minor subsp ... minor survives, unscathed by Dutch elm disease, in a pasture to the south-east of the village ...
... long poems, each first published separately Burnt Norton (1936), East Coker (1940), The Dry Salvages (1941) and Little Gidding (1942) ... East Coker continues the examination of time and meaning, focusing in a famous passage on the nature of language and poetry ... The "deeper communion" sought in East Coker, the "hints and whispers of children, the sickness that must grow worse in order to find healing," and the exploration which inevitably leads us home all point to the ...
... Andrews had applied, along with 140 other, for the post of Professional and Groundsman for East Coker near Yeovil ... He got the job, left his job at the solicitor's office and moved to East Coker ... He left the East Coker ground in the capable hands of his brother Jack ...
... This branch is based in Boston but originated in East Coker, Yeovil, Somerset ... named Andrew Eliot, father and son, who emigrated from East Coker to Beverly, Massachusetts between 1668 and 1670 ... Eliot moved to England and his ashes were interred in East Coker, England ...
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“Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,
From North and from South, come the pilgrim and guest,
When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored,
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What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye?
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