I lived from 1799-1874. I was from England, and am in the English category.
John Moultrie (December 30, 1799 - December 26, 1874) was born in London and educated at Eton College. Many of his best verses were contributed to the Etonian. He entered Trinity College (Cambridge) in 1819, and in 1822 entered Middle Temple. Three years later he was ordained, and was presented to the living of Rugby by Lord Craven. At Rugby he became friends with Thomas Arnold, to whom he addressed two sonnets.
He published several volumes of verse during his lifetime. A complete edition of his poems was published in two volumes in 1876 with a memoir by Derwent Coleridge. The volumes include some pieces popular at the time, "Godiva," "Three Minstrels," an account of meetings with Wordsworth, Coleridge and Tennyson, "My Brother’s Grave," and some hymns.
BIBLIOGRAPHY:
Poems (1833); The Dream Of Life Lays of the English Church and Other Poems (1843); Altars, Hearths and Graves (1854); The Three Sons (1858); Poems [first collected edition] in 2 vols (1876).
He published several volumes of verse during his lifetime. A complete edition of his poems was published in two volumes in 1876 with a memoir by Derwent Coleridge. The volumes include some pieces popular at the time, "Godiva," "Three Minstrels," an account of meetings with Wordsworth, Coleridge and Tennyson, "My Brother’s Grave," and some hymns.
BIBLIOGRAPHY:
Poems (1833); The Dream Of Life Lays of the English Church and Other Poems (1843); Altars, Hearths and Graves (1854); The Three Sons (1858); Poems [first collected edition] in 2 vols (1876).
Links of interest include http://www3.shropshire-cc.gov.uk/moultj.htm
Popular poetry
- Forget thee? If to dream by night and muse on thee by day;
If all the worship deep and wild a poet's heart can pay;20 lines - 'Twas my fond wish to greet our wedding day,
My Margaret, with a strain of jocund rhyme,14 lines - A gibbering ape that leads an elephant;
A dwarf deformed, the presence heralding14 lines - Dear friend, they tell me 'tis the happy day
(To me most happy) which beheld thy birth,14 lines - In gravest toils, at war with phantasy,
Nine years, nine mortal years, have swiftly past,14 lines - If I could doubt that, in another sphere
Brighter than this, and ne'er to pass away,14 lines - No, this can never be: we needs must meet,
(If my poor faith may to the end endure)14 lines - The hand of Death lay heavy on her eyes,--
For weeks and weeks her vision had not borne14 lines - For patient ministrations, sweet and kind;
For self-denying love, on our distress14 lines - Sweet Babe, from griefs and dangers
Rest here for ever free;14 lines
