Sir Henry Taylor
Biography of Sir Henry Taylor
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 comparisons with Shakespeare In 1845 there followed a book of lyrical poems. His essay 'The Statesman' (1836) caused some controversy, being a satirical view of how the civil service really works. Taylor published his Autobiography in 1885, which contains pleasant portraits of Wordsworth, Southey, Tennyson and Scott among others.
Sir Henry Taylor Poems
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,
A Crosstown Breeze
A drift of wind when August wheeled brought back to mind an alfalfa field
Dear Alice, through much mockery of yours (Impatient of my labours long and slow And small results that I made haste to show
Athulf And Ethilda
Athulf. - Appeared The princess with that merry child Prince Guy: He loves me well, and made her stop and sit,
The whole wide world is but the same, Tracked by those foemen, Care and Grief; While every human hope would claim
Once more we come with heart and hand, In warm and earnest greeting: Once more we form in goodly band,
A Perfect Woman
She was a creature framed by love divine For mortal love to muse a life away In pondering her perfections; so unmoved
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?
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?
Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife
To tongue of neither wife nor maid--
Thou wagg'st, but I am worn with strife,
And feel like flowers that fade.