Sir Henry Taylor

(1800-1886 / England)

Sir Henry Taylor
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Sir Henry Taylor (October 18, 1800 – March 27, 1886) was an English dramatist.

Taylor was born in Bishop Middleham, the son of a gentleman farmer, and spent his youth in Witton-le-Wear with his stepmother at Witton Hall (now Witton Tower) in the high street. His father George was a friend of Wordsworth and the poet visited him in July 1838.

In Witton, Taylor wrote 'The Cave of Ceada' which was accepted for the Quarterly Review. He became editor of the London Magazine in 1823, and from 1824 until 1872 he worked in the Colonial Office. Taylor wrote a number of plays, including Isaac Comnenus (1827) and Philip van Artevelde (1834. This latter brought him fame and elicited ... more »

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  • ''Conscience is, in most men, an anticipation of the opinions of others.''
    Sir Henry Taylor (1800-1886), British author. The Statesman, ch. 9 (1836).
  • ''Where there are large powers with little ambition ... nature may be said to have fallen short of her purposes.''
    Sir Henry Taylor (1800-1886), British author. The Statesman, ch. 19 (1836).
  • ''The hope, and not the fact, of advancement, is the spur to industry.''
    Sir Henry Taylor (1800-1886), British author. The Statesman, ch. 23 (1836).
  • Shy and proud men ... are more liable than any others to fall into the hands of parasites and creatures of low character. For in the intimacies which are formed by shy men, they do not choose, but are...
    Sir Henry Taylor (1800-1886), British author. The Statesman, ch. 4 (1836).
  • ''Shy and unready men are great betrayers of secrets; for there are few wants more urgent for the moment than the want of something to say.''
    Sir Henry Taylor (1800-1886), British author. The Statesman, ch. 18 (1836).
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The Eve Of The Conquest

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,
Burst forth in gusts and flaws, the sea far off
Sounding a dirge a day before the time.
A flush of light was in the Southern sky,
Cast from the Norman camp, and more remote
At intervals around, from Lunsford-heath
To Broad-oak-cross, and Udimore to Hooe,
The frequent watchfire glimmer'd, where the boors,
Though scared yet greedy, grimly lurk'd aloof,
Expecting plunder when ...

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