Biography of Thomas Ashe
Thomas Ashe (1836–1889) was an English poet.
He was born in Stockport, Cheshire in 1836. His father, John Ashe (d. 1879), originally a Manchester manufacturer and an amateur artist, resolved late in life to take holy orders, was prepared for ordination by his own son, and became vicar of St. Paul's at Crewe in 1869. Thomas was educated at Stockport grammar school and St. John's College, Cambridge, where he entered as a sizar in 1855 and graduated B.A. as senior optime in 1859. He took up scholastic work in Peterborough, was ordained deacon in 1859 and priest in 1860; at Easter 1860 he became curate of Silverstone, Northamptonshire. But clerical work proved distasteful, and he gave himself entirely to schoolmastering. In 1865 he became mathematical and modern form master at Leamington College, whence he moved to a similar post at Queen Elizabeth's school, Ipswich. He remained there nine years. After two years in Paris he finally settled in London in 1881. Here he was engaged in editing Samuel Taylor Coleridge's works. The poems appeared in the 'Aldine Series' of poets in 1885. Three volumes of prose were published in Bohn's 'Standard Library'; Lecture and Notes on Shakspere in 1883', Table Talk and Omniana in 1884, and in Miscellanies, Aesthetic and Literary, in 1885. Ashe died in London on 18 Dec. 1889, but was buried in St. James's Churchyard, Sutton, Macclesfield; a portrait is given in the Illustrated London News and in The Eagle (xvi. 109).
Ashe was a poet of considerable charm. He wrote steadily from his college days to the end of his life; but, although his powers were recognized by some of the literary journals, his poems failed entirely to gain the ear of his generation. A lack of vigour and concentration impairs the permanent value of his larger poems; but the best of his shorter lyrics have a charm and grace of their own which should keep them alive.
Dryope and Other Poems (1861)
Pictures, and Other Poems (1865) 
The Sorrows of Hypsipyle: a Poem (1867)
Edith: or, Love and Life in Chesire, a Poem (1873) 
Songs of a Year (1888)
Thomas Ashe Poems
Meet We No Angels, Pansie?
CAME, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet, In white, to find her lover; The grass grew proud beneath her feet, The green elm-leaves above her:--
When Christ spake peace to His, save only one, And he believed not till he look'd upon The nail-hurt hands, and feet that many a tear
Avril, La Douce Esperance
Come, spring, and bring the flowers again, And plant the primrose by the brook: Let love not languish at a look;
To Two Bereaved
YOU must be sad; for though it is to Heaven, 'Tis hard to yield a little girl of seven. Alas, for me 'tis hard my grief to rule, Who only met her as she went to school;
When Christ spake peace to His, save only one,
And he believed not till he look'd upon
The nail-hurt hands, and feet that many a tear
Made wet, and rending of the soldier's spear,
Then did the Lord upon him cast a frown,
Or break the reed that unbelief bow'd down?
Nay, but to him he turn'd the wounds that bled,
And 'Reach thy finger and believe' He said;
And bright faith flash'd, keen-temper'd, like a sword.