Frederic Herbert Trench
Biography of Frederic Herbert Trench
Frederic Herbert Trench (12 November 1865 - 11 June 1923) was an Irish poet.
He was born in Avonmore, County Cork, and educated at Haileybury and Keble College, Oxford. From 1891 he worked as an examiner for the Board of Education.
In 1908 an opera written by Joseph Holbrooke for Trench's poem Apollo and the Seaman was performed, under Thomas Beecham. Trench then moved into theatrical work for a few years, collaborating with his friend Thomas Evelyn Scott-Ellis, 8th Baron Howard de Walden. They put on The Blue Bird by Maeterlinck in 1909, and Ibsen's The Pretenders in 1913, at the Theatre Royal, Haymarket. Afterwards, he spent time travelling. He died in Boulogne-sur-Mer.
Some other poems of his were set to music by Arnold Bax.
Frederic Herbert Trench's Works:
* Deirdre Wed and other Poems (1901)
* New Poems (1907)
* Lyrics and Narrative Poems (1911?)
* Ode from Italy in time of War (1915)
* Napoleon (1919) play
* Poems (1924, Cape)
Frederic Herbert Trench Poems
I stood on the Hill of Time when the sun was fled, And my vision sought where to rest, till it knew the plains
O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees!
O dreamy, gloomy, friendly Trees, I came along your narrow track To bring my gifts unto your knees And gifts did you give back;
She Comes Not When Noon Is On The Roses....
She comes not when Noon is on the roses- Too bright is Day. She comes not to the Soul till it reposes From work and play.
Since I have given thee all my very heart, Since I have staked so deep and dangerously All that I have of hope till breath depart
Musing On A Great Soldier
Fear? Yes_ . . . I heard you saying In an Oxford common-room Where the hearth-light's kindly raying Stript the empanelled walls of gloom,
If thou hast squander'd years to grave a gem Commission'd by thy absent Lord, and while 'Tis incomplete,
If thou hast squander'd years to grave a gem
Commission'd by thy absent Lord, and while
Others would bribe thy needy skill to them-
Dismiss them to the street!
Should'st thou at last discover Beauty's grove,
At last be panting on the fragrant verge,
But in the track,