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Herbert Asquith

(11 March 1881 - 5 August 1947 / London, England)

Biography of Herbert Asquith

Herbert Asquith poet

Herbert Asquith was an English poet, novelist and lawyer.

Biography

He was the second son of H. H. Asquith, British Prime Minister β€” with whom he is frequently confused β€” and younger brother of Raymond Asquith. His wife Lady Cynthia Asquith, whom he married in 1910, the daughter of Hugo Richard Charteris, 11th Earl of Wemyss (1857–1937), was also a writer.

Asquith was greatly affected by his service with the Royal Artillery in World War I. His poems include "The Volunteer" and "The Fallen Subaltern", the latter being a tribute to fallen soldiers. His books include "Roon" and "Young Orland".

Herbert Asquith's Works:

Roon
Young Orland

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After the Salvo

UP and down, up and down
They go, the gray rat, and the brown.
The telegraph lines are tangled hair,
Motionless on the sullen air
An engine has fallen on its back,
With crazy wheels, on a twisted track
All ground to dust is the little town.
Up and down, up and down
They go, the gray rat, and the brown

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