Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

Lord John Wilmot
Do you like this poet?
60 person liked.
6 person did not like.

Wilmot was born at Ditchley in Oxfordshire, England. He was the son of a Cavalier hero and his deeply religious wife. By the age of eighteen he had already been involved in a number of affairs, one of which resulted in the birth of an illegitimate daughter. In 1665 he kidnapped the much sought after heiress Elizabeth Malet, whom he later married. His rakish lifestyle and wit earned him the favour of Charles II and he remained a favourite of the king even though he was banished from the court on a number of occasions.

Wilmot's poetry often expresses a feeling of disgust at the futile nature of his life, a life he seemed to repent for during its last year, whilst being cared for by... more »

Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.

Comments about Lord John Wilmot

more comments »
Click here to write your comments about Lord John Wilmot
  • C.r.v. Hall (7/16/2012 11:46:00 PM)

    This biography is inaccurate. John Wilmot was the 2nd Earl of Rochester http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Wilmot, _2nd_Earl_of_Rochester

  • Rookie - 1 Points Linda Hepner (2/6/2011 12:52:00 PM)

    I see because he calls himself 'Lord' he gets away with language we plebs can't use on poemhunter. Out, out, brief kindle!

  • Rookie - 1 Points Fred Tarr (2/28/2009 8:39:00 AM)

    at the behest of the royal society of kentucky outcasts and ecclesiastical scoundrels, let me inform the board at poem hunter that the true identity of Lord John Wilmot is none other than Joe Green, a Shakesperian scholar currently living residing in Minneapolis and wont to great excesses of debauchery visited upon his family with stupendous frequency and indirect indiscreet nomenclature. Green's collection of sexual torture instruments is all the rage in Minneapolis and he can bee seen daily at a bus stop hailing a bus in that he might be transported to his work place.

    His obvious glee at having been outed on poem hunter is like gasoline spurting from a car fire on the expressway as his thought life has preempted this very occasion for he knew my literary detective skills would reveal his true fakery and post it here. therefore he will not sue this wormly countenance who walks with an unsteady gait and rhumey eye, this outcast of ky literary society and extravagant ecclesiastical genius..

Read all 3 comments »

Top Poets

PoemHunter.com Updates

[Hata Bildir]