The poems of George Heath, selected and arranged by J. Badnall. Memoir by F. Redfern. Mem. ed1870 |
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... hands of the subscribers , it is hoped that the monument also will be over the place " Where our friend sleepeth . " Endon , June 20th , 1870 . JAMES BADNALL . MEMOIR THE BLIND OLD MAN EDITH HOW IS CELIA TO iv PREFACE .
... hands of the subscribers , it is hoped that the monument also will be over the place " Where our friend sleepeth . " Endon , June 20th , 1870 . JAMES BADNALL . MEMOIR THE BLIND OLD MAN EDITH HOW IS CELIA TO iv PREFACE .
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... hand , and certainly had not before fallen in his way . He did , however , meet with a young friend of like mind with himself , one who had received a good education at the old Grammar School of Alleyne's , at Uttoxeter , and to whom a ...
... hand , and certainly had not before fallen in his way . He did , however , meet with a young friend of like mind with himself , one who had received a good education at the old Grammar School of Alleyne's , at Uttoxeter , and to whom a ...
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... hands from Mr. Hallowes , of Leek , in September following . His direct profits from the sale of this small volume did not amount to much , but if it did not yield great pecuniary profit , it was an advance in the right direction , and ...
... hands from Mr. Hallowes , of Leek , in September following . His direct profits from the sale of this small volume did not amount to much , but if it did not yield great pecuniary profit , it was an advance in the right direction , and ...
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... hand was clasped fondly in mine . O God ! how intensely and madly I loved ! How wildly I worshipped that beautiful one . You know how inconstant and faithless she proved , How basely she left me when summer was gone . You'll see her ...
... hand was clasped fondly in mine . O God ! how intensely and madly I loved ! How wildly I worshipped that beautiful one . You know how inconstant and faithless she proved , How basely she left me when summer was gone . You'll see her ...
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... hand , the city wrought , And th ' household Deities to Latium brought ; The source from which in widening streams we trace The Albanian fathers , and the Latin race ; And Rome's magnific walls that proudly rise In cloud - capped spires ...
... hand , the city wrought , And th ' household Deities to Latium brought ; The source from which in widening streams we trace The Albanian fathers , and the Latin race ; And Rome's magnific walls that proudly rise In cloud - capped spires ...
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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...