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... Garn Terrace, where my father's spinster sister kept house for her two unmarried brothers and two unmarried sisters. 22 Garn Terrace came to play a very important part in my life later on. It is worth noting that it was a typical ...
... Garn Terrace, where my father's spinster sister kept house for her two unmarried brothers and two unmarried sisters. 22 Garn Terrace came to play a very important part in my life later on. It is worth noting that it was a typical ...
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... garden , which although completely uncultivated was clearly capable of being so . It was the last house on the R.H. estate and backed onto an open field which led to ... Garn Terrace. Painted from. 22 An Odyssey : From Ebbw Vale to Tyneside.
... garden , which although completely uncultivated was clearly capable of being so . It was the last house on the R.H. estate and backed onto an open field which led to ... Garn Terrace. Painted from. 22 An Odyssey : From Ebbw Vale to Tyneside.
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... Garn Terrace, Waunlwyd, although two died when young. My father and three of his brothers were steelworkers, while my grandfather and Uncle Will were colliers. Uncle Oliver was killed in the steelworks in 1924. From the time we moved to ...
... Garn Terrace, Waunlwyd, although two died when young. My father and three of his brothers were steelworkers, while my grandfather and Uncle Will were colliers. Uncle Oliver was killed in the steelworks in 1924. From the time we moved to ...
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From Ebbw Vale to Tyneside Raymond Hicks. Looking across to the steelworks from Garn Terrace. Painted from memory by the author. Author bathing his dog (1938). Back garden of 22 Garn. 44 An Odyssey: From Ebbw Vale to Tyneside.
From Ebbw Vale to Tyneside Raymond Hicks. Looking across to the steelworks from Garn Terrace. Painted from memory by the author. Author bathing his dog (1938). Back garden of 22 Garn. 44 An Odyssey: From Ebbw Vale to Tyneside.
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... Garn Terrace with Pat in her pram. Three miles may not seem far but the journey was a succession of hills, both up and down, typical of any walk in South Wales. Halfway House, which was about a mile from Garn Terrace, had to be visited ...
... Garn Terrace with Pat in her pram. Three miles may not seem far but the journey was a succession of hills, both up and down, typical of any walk in South Wales. Halfway House, which was about a mile from Garn Terrace, had to be visited ...
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Page ix - Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Page ix - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife 1 Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Page 219 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page ix - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act — act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving...
Page 85 - For the bread that you eat and the biscuits you nibble, The sweets that you suck and the joints that you carve, They are brought to you daily by all us Big Steamers— And if any one hinders our coming you'll starve.
Page 85 - Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers, With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?" "We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter, Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese.
Page ix - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 224 - But see ! The rising Moon of Heav'n again Looks for us, Sweet-heart, through the quivering Plane : How oft hereafter rising will she look Among those leaves — for one of us in vain ! ex.
Page 54 - You hollow skull, what has your grin to say, But that a mortal brain, with trouble tossed, Sought once, like mine, the sweetness of the day, And strove for truth, and in the gloam was lost.
Page 54 - And walls me in like any pedant hack? Fellow of moth that flits and worm that delves, I drag my life through learned bric-a-brac. And shall I here discover what I lack, And learn, by reading countless volumes through, That mortals mostly live on misery's rack, That happiness is known to just a few?