Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Biography of Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Winthrop Mackworth Praed (28 July 1802 – 15 July 1839) was an English politician and poet.
He was born in London. The family name of Praed was derived from the marriage of the poet's great-grandfather to a Cornish heiress. Winthrop's father, William Mackworth Praed, was a serjeant-at-law. His mother belonged to the English branch of the New England family of Winthrop. In 1814 Praed was sent to Eton College, where he founded a manuscript periodical called Apis matina. This was succeeded in October 1820 by the Etonian, a paper projected and edited by Praed and Walter Blount, which appeared every month until July 1821, when the chief editor, who signed his contributions "Peregrine Courtenay," left Eton, and the paper died. Henry Nelson Coleridge, William Sidney Walker, and John Moultrie were the three best known of his collaborators on this periodical, which was published by Charles Knight, and of which details are given in Knight's Autobiography and in Maxwell Lyte's Eton College.
Before Praed left school he had established, over a shop at Eton, a "boys' library," the books of which were later amalgamated in the School Library. His career at Trinity College, Cambridge was a brilliant one. He gained the Browne medal for Greek verse four times, and the Chancellor's Gold Medal for English verse twice in 1823 and 1824.He was bracketed third in the classical tripos in 1825, won a fellowship at his college in 1827, and three years later carried off the Seatonian prize. At the Union his speeches were rivalled only by those of Macaulay and of Charles Austin, who subsequently made a great reputation at the parliamentary bar. The character of Praed during his university life is described by Bulwer Lytton in the first volume of his Life.
His poems were first edited by R. W. Griswold (New York, 1844); another American edition, by W. A. Whitmore, appeared in 1859; an authorized edition with a memoir by Derwent Coleridge appeared in 1864: The Political and Occasional Poems of W. M. Praed (1888), edited with notes by his nephew, Sir George Young, included many pieces collected from various newspapers and periodicals. Sir George Young separated from his work some poems, the work of his friend Edward FitzGerald, generally confused with his. Praed's essays, contributed to various magazines, were published in Morley's Universal Library in 1887.
Praed was not only successful at Eton during his lifetime, but a society still exists that bears his name. The "Praed" society is the poetry society currently existing at Eton. It occurs at a Beak's House, the current beak being The Head of English, Mr Francis, and is exclusive even at the school, where membership and attendance can only occur if one is spotted and invited. It is not surprising therefore, that it is little known and has not been referred to, although it will appear in the school's official list of societies in Fixtures.
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Winthrop Mackworth Praed Poems
HE has conn'd the lesson now; He has read the book of pain: There are furrows on his brow; I must make it smooth again.
NOW the rite is duly done, Now the word is spoken, And the spell has made us one Which may ne’er be broken;
SOME years ago, ere time and taste Had turn’d our parish topsy-turvy, When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste, And roads as little known as scurvy,
A Letter of Advice
You tell me you're promised a lover, My own Araminta, next week; Why cannot my fancy discover
Good Night to the Season
Good-night to the Season!—the rages Led off by the chiefs of the throng, The Lady Matilda's new pages, The Lady Eliza's new song;
The Talented Man
Dear Alice! you'll laugh when you know it, -- Last week, at the Duchess's ball, I danced with the clever new poet, --
Everyday Characters V - Portrait Of A La...
What are you, Lady ? — nought is here To tell us of your name or story,
A Song Of Impossibilities
LADY, I loved you all last year, How honestly and well -- Alas! would weary you to hear, And torture me to tell;
Everyday Characters I - The Vicar
Some years ago, ere time and taste Had turned our parish topsy-turvy, When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste, And roads as little known as scurvy,
Everyday Characters III - The Belle Of T...
Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams Had been of being wise and witty; Ere I had done wth writing themes,
Everyday Characters IV - My Partner
At Cheltenham, where one drinks one's fill Of folly and cold water, I danced last year my first quadrille
Everyday Characters II - Quince
Near a small village in the West, Where many very worthy people Eat, drink, play whist, and do their best
NOW the rite is duly done,
Now the word is spoken,
And the spell has made us one
Which may ne’er be broken;
Rest we, dearest, in our home,
Roam we o’er the heather:
We shall rest, and we shall roam,
Shall we not? together.