Who is Owen Seaman

Sir Owen Seaman, 1st Baronet (18 September 1861 – 2 February 1936) was a British writer, journalist and poet. He is best known as editor of Punch, from 1906 to 1932.

Biography

Born in Shrewsbury, he was the only son of William Mantle Seaman and Sarah Ann Balls. He distinguished himself academically both at Shrewsbury School and later Clare College, Cambridge. Following this, he worked as a schoolmaster at Rossall School (1884) and Magdalen College School, Oxford (1887-8), professor of literature at Durham College of Science, Newcastle upon Tyne (1890–1903), and became a barrister of the Inner Temple in 1897.Seaman's first successful submission to the satirical and humorous magazine Punch was "Rhyme of the Kipperling", an 1894 parody of Rudyard Kipling. The sa...
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Owen Seaman Poems

  • An Ode To Spring In The Metropolis
    (AFTER R. LE G.)

    Is this the Seine?
    And am I altogether wrong ...
  • Links Of Love, The
    My heart is like a driver-club,
    That heaves the pellet hard and straight,
    That carries every let and rub,
    The whole performance really great; ...
  • From The Lord Of Potsdam
    We, William, Kaiser, planted on Our throne
    By heaven's grace, but chiefly by Our own,
    Do deign to speak. Then let the earth be dumb,
    And other nations cease their senseless hum! ...
  • To The Lord Of Potsdam
    [On sending a certain telegram.]


    Majestic Monarch! whom the other gods, ...
  • Vigo-street Eclogue, A
    (AFTER J. D.)

    Maecenas. John. George. Arthur. Grant. Richard.
    ...
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