A Dream (Henry Alford Poems)
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
We reached the place by night, And heard the waves breaking:They came to meet us with candles alight To show the path ...
IN domes of dim and ancient gold, In cloisters, where the lightning plays,Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old In aisles of ...
The boisterous wind had died away,Across the hills the sky was red,When joyfully that summer day,I made my boat a ...
And slow and slower still, day after day, Come the sad Hours, with beauteous upturned eyes Gleaming with hopes I may not ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
One idle day --A mile or so of sunlit waves off shore -- In a breezeless bay, We ...
All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak,The jay's rude matins now prevail,The smouldering fire of bastard oakNow blazes, freshened by ...
Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still: By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ...
Written in an Album.Pure faced page! waiting so long To welcome my muse and me;Fold to thy breast, like a ...
BRING snow-white lilies, pallid heart-flushed roses, Enwreath her brow with heavy-scented flowers; In soft undreaming sleep her head reposes, While, ...
TO taste Wild wine of the mountain-spring, fresh, living, strong, Running and rushing like a triumph-song ...
The moan of a wintry soul Melted into a summer song,And the words, like the wavelet's roll, Moved murmuringly along.And ...
TELL me what boots to battle, when the end Is foreseen failure? What, by heaven, I ask- By ...
I heard Old Ocean raise her voice and cry, In that still hour between the night and day; ...
The Poet is the loneliest man that lives; Ah me! God makes him so -- The sea hath its ebb ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
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