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He was elected to Parliament ten years later, in 1886, as a Liberal representing East Fife. Asquith served as Home Secretary from 1892-95 in Gladstone's last ministry. During the Second Boer War (1899-1902) Asquith spoke out in favour of the war, one of the so-called Liberal imperialists. He was less popular as a vocal opponent of women's suffrage.
13 de may. de 2011 · Herbert Asquith. 1881 – 1947. Humorous. The sea has a laugh. And the cliff a frown; For the laugh of the sea is wearing him down. Lipping and lapping. Frown as he may, The laughing sea.
The Hon. Herbert Asquith (11 March 1881 – 5 August 1947) was an English poet, novelist and lawyer.Asquith was greatly affected by his service with the Royal Artillery in World War I. His poems include "The Volunteer" and "The Fallen Subaltern", the latter being a tribute to fallen soldiers; his poem "Soldiers at Peace" was set to music by Ina Boyle.
Herbert Henry Asquith. Herbert Henry Asquith, 1. Earl of Oxford and Asquith KG, PC, KC (* 12. September 1852 in Morley, Yorkshire; † 15. Februar 1928 in Sutton Courtenay, Berkshire ), üblicherweise bekannt als H. H. Asquith, war ein britischer Politiker der Liberalen Partei und Premierminister des Vereinigten Königreichs von 1908 bis 1916.
Politiker. 1852. 12. September: Herbert Henry Asquith wird als Sohn eines Wollhändlers in Morley, West Yorkshire (Großbritannien), geboren. 1863-1870. Asquith besucht die City of London School. 1870. Aufnahme seines Studiums der Rechtswissenschaft am Balliol College in Oxford. 1877.
Herbert Dixon Asquith (11 March 1881 – 5 August 1947) was an English poet, novelist, and lawyer. Nicknamed "Beb" by his family, he was the second son of H. H. Asquith , British Prime Minister , with whom he is sometimes confused, and the younger brother of Raymond Asquith .
With no lance broken in life’s tournament: Yet ever ’twixt the books and his bright eyes. The gleaming eagles of the legions came, And horsemen, charging under phantom skies, Went thundering past beneath the oriflamme. And now those waiting dreams are satisfied; From twilight to the halls of dawn he went; His lance is broken; but he lies ...
