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Sir Henry Taylor

8 şiir · 1800 — 1886 · England

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Sir Henry Taylor was a nineteenth century English poet and dramatist who also served his country in a number of official appointments. He was described as a He was born on the 18th October 1800 in the north eastern village of Bishop Middleham. While still in infancy Henry’s mother died and his father George remarried, but not until Henry was 18 years old. George had friends in London who could find positions for three of his sons. Unfortunately typhoid was endemic at the time and Henry lost both of his brothers to the disease. As a means of escaping the sickness he accepted the offer of a post in Barbados. This overseas posting did not last too long though and he was back in England by October 1823. He had been engaged on the pressing issue of the abolition of slavery and Taylor worked tirelessly to bring it about. While he was, undoubtedly, a busy civil servant, he still found the time to write poetry and articles, styling his verse on that produced by Lord Byron. He had work published, initially, in such magazines as the Quarterly Review and the London Magazine. His father already counted William Wordsworth amongst his friends and, during a visit to the Lake District, Taylor also struck up a relationship with the famous poet’s family. Additionally he was friendly with Robert Southey, another well-known writer of the time. This was the start of his ever-growing circle of literary friends and acquaintances which also included John Stuart Mill, James Stephen and Thomas Hyde Villiers along with many others. Mill introduced Taylor to the philosopher, mathematician and writer Thomas Carlyle towards the end of 1831 and Carlyle described him as displaying qualities of “marked veracity”, meaning that Taylor was keen on honest detail and factual accuracy. This opinion was, however, misquoted in one publication and it read that Taylor’s character was one of “morbid vivacity”. He took an interest in documenting the life of Robert Southey and, when declaring himself official biographer, he occasionally encountered problems with members of Southey’s family. He did, however, become literary executor following the writer’s death. Taylor produced a number of plays of his own such as Isaac Comnenus, written in 1827. When he penned Philip van Artevelde in 1834 comparisons were made between this and some of the work of William Shakespeare. Based on his own experiences he wrote an essay called The Statesman in1836 and this was seen as a controversial, satirical look at the life of a typical civil servant. He was on safer ground though when, in 1845, he produced a book of lyrical poems. Here is an example of his poetry, the opening lines to a piece called A Perfect Woman: In his autobiography, written in 1885, Taylor mocked an opinion that had been expressed about him by one Richard Whately who said that he was Taylor married into a noble Irish family when, at the age of 39, he took the Hon. Theodosia Alice Spring Rice as his wife. She was the daughter of the 1st Baron Monteagle of Brandon. Sir Henry Taylor died on the 27th March 1886 aged 85.

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A drift of wind when August wheeled brought back to mind an alfalfa field…

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The whole wide world is but the same, Tracked by those foemen, Care and Grief; While every human hope would claim The spot that cheered the Indian chief.…

She was a creature framed by love divine For mortal love to muse a life away In pondering her perfections; so unmoved Amidst the world's contentions, if they touched…

Athulf. - Appeared The princess with that merry child Prince Guy: He loves me well, and made her stop and sit,…

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Once more we come with heart and hand, In warm and earnest greeting: Once more we form in goodly band, A free and cordial meeting.…

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Dear Alice, through much mockery of yours (Impatient of my labours long and slow And small results that I made haste to show From time to time), you scornfullest of reviewers,…

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QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife To heart of neither wife nor maid-- Lead we not here a jolly life Betwixt the shine and shade?…

A cloudy night descended on the slopes Of Mountfield, and the scatter'd woods beyond, Where lay the Saxon force; and now the wind, Till sunset that had seem'd to hold its breath,…

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