Lacrymae Paterae (Henry Alford Poems)
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
I.I cannot choose but think upon the timeWhen our two lives grew like two buds that kissAt lightest thrill from ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of theMassachusetts Bay Colony."The morn that breaks its heart of goldAbove the ...
IF the power of God were mine, and the ample turn, I never could dwell in my law, which is 'stablished ...
A servant of the living God is dead! His errand hath been well and early done, And early hath he gone to ...
Dusk is thy dawn; when Eve puts on its stateOf gold and purple in the marbled west,Thou comest forth like ...
Yea! even here as everywhere, let manWorship his Recreator, and the world'sMade perfect by preliminary fire.O Thou, who in the ...
That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole,I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole.O wine-bearer ...
The golden stars keep watch aloft; Unmarked the moments glide along, Save that around me scatters oft Yon nightingale his pearls of song:-- The ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
ERE yet the dawnPushed rosy fingers up the arch of dayAnd smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,Love sat and ...
Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and ...
Perhaps I asked too large -- I take -- no less than skies -- For Earths, grow thick as Berries, ...
As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem -- Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came ...
These are outsiders, always. These stars- these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
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