The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Fifth. (Henry Alford Poems)
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach The ...
IThe singing streams, and the deep, dark woodBeloved of old by Robin Hood,Lift me a voice, kiss me a hand,To ...
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
GONE are the days, old Warrior of the Seas,When thine armed head, bent low to catch my voice,Caught but the ...
Thus have I pictured her:—In Arden oldA white-browed maiden with a falcon eye,Rose-flushed of face, with locks of wind-blown gold,Teaching ...
"Succinctae sacra Dianae".—OVIDThere the ragged sunlight layTawny on thick ferns and grayOn dark waters: dimmer,Lone and deep, the cypress groveBowered ...
Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze Laden with death, they come. A thousand more Stiff on the sod of Tauris: yon ...
Where the warm spring sunlight, streaming Through the window, sets its gleaming,With a softened silver sparkle in the dim and dusky ...
Died at Hartford, May 4th, 1860.Aye, robe yourselves in black, light messengersWhose letter'd faces to the people tellThe pulse and ...
I saw two women weeping by the tomb Of one new--buried, in a fair green place Bowered with shrubs; the eve retained ...
Now June walks on the waters,And the cuckoo's last enchantmentPasses from Olton pools.Now dawn comes to my windowBreathing midsummer roses,And ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
Dear Dolly! who does not recallThe thrilling page that pictured allThose charms that held our sense in thrall Just as ...
When I was yet but a child, the gardener gave me a tree, A little slim elm, to be set ...
High on its curving hillside The windmill stands and seesBelow it copse and pasture And hamlet bowered in ...
When that dead face, bowered in the furthest years,Which once was all the life years held for thee,Can now scarce ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Ten years together without yet a cloud, They seek each other's eyes at intervals Of gratefulness to firelight and four ...
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