Barry Cornwall

(21 November 1787 – 5 October 1874 / Leeds, England)

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Bryan Waller Procter who wrote under the name Barry Cornwall was an English poet.


Born at Leeds, Yorkshire, he was educated at Harrow School, where he had for contemporaries Lord Byron and Robert Peel. On leaving school he was placed in the office of a solicitor at Calne, Wiltshire, remaining there until about 1807, when he returned to London to study law. By the death of his father in 1816 he became possessed of a small property, and soon after entered into partnership with a solicitor; but in 1820 the partnership was dissolved, and he began to write under the pseudonym of "Barry Cornwall".

After his marriage in 1824 to Miss Skepper, daughter ... more »

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  • Chloe (8/12/2020 8:24:00 AM)

    Anybody know a poem called Fisherman The author is Barry Cornwall.

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  • Aaliyah (11/19/2019 8:09:00 PM)

    He is an great poet very imaginative mind.

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  • Luke h (2/23/2019 10:36:00 AM)

    How old were you when you wrote the poem the sea

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  • daria (11/27/2018 2:41:00 PM)

    yo brill amazing poet i know you fantastico

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  • daria (11/27/2018 2:40:00 PM)

    i would like to know how old barry cornwall is for your info pls

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  • Pickled Onion (1/29/2005 6:46:00 AM)

    Sheer brilliance......................................................................?

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Best Poem of Barry Cornwall

The Sea

THE SEA! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.

I ’m on the sea! I ’m on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe’er I go;
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

I love, O, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad ...

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