The poems of George Heath, selected and arranged by J. Badnall. Memoir by F. Redfern. Mem. ed1870 |
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... cold neglect - have failed to prevent Worth rising by its native force to win admiration and renown . In the lives of inventors , men of science , or students of literature , art , or poetry , all do not attain a degree of lofty ...
... cold neglect - have failed to prevent Worth rising by its native force to win admiration and renown . In the lives of inventors , men of science , or students of literature , art , or poetry , all do not attain a degree of lofty ...
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... cold whilst assisting at the restoration of Horton Church , just before the close of his apprenticeship in 1864 ( with the sorrow of a broken first love , following in its train ) . This cold brought on the insidious disease of ...
... cold whilst assisting at the restoration of Horton Church , just before the close of his apprenticeship in 1864 ( with the sorrow of a broken first love , following in its train ) . This cold brought on the insidious disease of ...
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... cold hand of fate crushing off the flowers of his promise . " Yet at times he was not all lethargy ; he had some remarkably strange feelings within . " The din and fret of outward things passed before him as a dream , and he seemed to ...
... cold hand of fate crushing off the flowers of his promise . " Yet at times he was not all lethargy ; he had some remarkably strange feelings within . " The din and fret of outward things passed before him as a dream , and he seemed to ...
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... cold fate he seems to have apprehended- " beneath some tiny dot of earth , " with only " a rude slab " ( if even that ) reared at its head , but at the foot of a beautiful Runic Cross , raised by the affection of many , after a design ...
... cold fate he seems to have apprehended- " beneath some tiny dot of earth , " with only " a rude slab " ( if even that ) reared at its head , but at the foot of a beautiful Runic Cross , raised by the affection of many , after a design ...
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... cold hard lines Depart : a nervous tremor runs around The thin seared lips ; the sightless balls roll up And round , e'en as the eye - balls work beneath The half - closed lids of one a - dream ; and great White globes of tears slide ...
... cold hard lines Depart : a nervous tremor runs around The thin seared lips ; the sightless balls roll up And round , e'en as the eye - balls work beneath The half - closed lids of one a - dream ; and great White globes of tears slide ...
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amid anguish Babylon beautiful beneath blessed bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek CHELTENHAM COLLEGE clasped clouds dark dawn dear dream e'en earth Endon eventide evermore eyes face faded fair feel flowers gazed George Heath gleams gloom glory glowing grave grew gush hand happy days harp hath heart heaven hills hope kiss light lips look Lord Palmerston lyre mist films mongst moorlands neath never night o'er pain passion pause poems Praise ye prayer pure quivering radiant rapture rest rose round scene seemed shade shadow shining shore silent skies sleep smile softly solemn song sorrow soul spirit Staffordshire stars strange sweet tears tempest tender thee things thought thrill toil tremulous Twas twill unto Uttoxeter voice waifs waves weary weep wept wild winds Woman's Tale wonder ye the Lord yearning
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Page 1 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
Page 30 - Now, for this consecrated Fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I ? shall I dare to tell ? A comfortless and hidden WELL. A Well of love — it may be deep — I trust it is, — and never dry : What matter ? if the Waters sleep In silence and obscurity. — Such change, and at the very door Of my fond Heart, hath made me poor.
Page 1 - And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction' That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest...
Page 6 - Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining ; Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining Buds that open only to decay ! Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues, Flaunting gaily in the golden light ; Large desires, with most uncertain issues, Tender wishes, blossoming at night ! These in flowers and men are more than seeming Workings are they of the self-same powers, Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming, Seeth in himself, and in the flowers.
Page 21 - After five years' suffering. Fell a victim to that disease, May 5, 1869, aged 25 yean, " His lifo is a fragment — a broken clue — His harp had a musical string or two, The tension was great, and they sprang and flew, And a few brief strains — a scattered few — Are all that remain to mortal view Of the marvellous song the young man knew.
Page 151 - Lustre round thy beauties' bloom ; Ah ! should all the gifts and graces Gather round thee and conspire In thy form to fix their essence, Flush thy face with spirit-fire ; Nay ! shouldst thou in tears, forgetting Beauty-love is calm and proud, Shouldst thou humble thee, and bow thee Where I once so meekly bowed : Having once deceived me, never, Never more, whate'er thy mien, Couldst thou be to me the being That thou mightest once have been. No, alas ! thy tears might give me Less of pride, and less...
Page 150 - ... free ; Doff a love, and don another. In a twilight like to thee. No ! I sooner far would suffer All the agony of heart — Ay, an age of desolation — Than be fickle as thou art. For it proves to me, my spirit Has not lost the stamp divine ; That my nature is not shallow, Is not base and mean as thine. Neither think thou that my being Yearns towards thee even yet ; That a smile of thine would banish All I never may forget ; That a look of thine would make...