The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Sixth (Henry Alford Poems)
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach The ...
Henry Alford Poems on God (39 Poems)
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 ...
The Ballad Of Glastonbury (Henry Alford Poems)
The hills have on their royal robes Of purple and of gold, And over their tops the autumn clouds In heaps are onward ...
Fragments Of A Long-Pondered Poem. (Henry Alford Poems)
I.That wrath divine I sing, whose bitter curseWeighed heavy on the race chosen of God;What time the holy city, favoured ...
The Abbot Of Muchelnaye. Canto The Last (Henry Alford Poems)
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
The Abbot Of Muchelnaye. Canto The Second. (Henry Alford Poems)
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
Epicedia (Henry Alford Poems)
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
A Spring Scene. (Henry Alford Poems)
MOTHER. So thou hast brought thy bosom full of daisies And gilded celandine. There, pour them forth-- A pretty April snow--storm. Now enfold Thine ...
Henry Martyn At Shiraz (Henry Alford Poems)
A vision of the bright Shiraz, of Persian bards the theme: The vine with bunches laden hangs o'er the crystal stream; The ...
Christmas Eve 1836 (Henry Alford Poems)
The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth Is laid in her first sleep, secure and calm; The glorious works of ...
How We Buried Him. A Tribute To The Memory Of The Late Canon Chesshyre, St. Martin’s, Canterbury. (Henry Alford Poems)
Where thickest on that eastward hill the grassy mounds are piled, We laid him till the glorious morn beside his waiting ...
A Crimean Thought. (Henry Alford Poems)
Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze Laden with death, they come. A thousand more Stiff on the sod of Tauris: yon ...
On The Aged Oak At Oakley, Somerset. (Henry Alford Poems)
I was a young fair tree: Each spring with quivering green My boughs were clad; and far Down the deep vale, a light Shone ...
Ballad. (Henry Alford Poems)
Rise, sons of merry England, from mountain and from plain; Let each light up his spirit, let none unmoved remain; The morning ...
Written In A Copy Of “The Revolt Of Islam.” (Henry Alford Poems)
Beloved, to whose wedded hand I trust This treasure of sweet song, it is but meet That thou shouldst know its value; ...
Hymn For All Saints Day In The Morning (Henry Alford Poems)
Stand up before your GodYou army bold and bright,Saints martyrs and confessorsIn your robes of white;The Church below doth challenge ...
An Answer To A Question. (Henry Alford Poems)
When the thing thou lovest is not one That thou canst beg a blessing on; When the thing thou lovest puts a ...
Wednesday In Easter Week, 1844 (Henry Alford Poems)
The lovely form of God's own Church It riseth in all lands, On mountain sides, in wooded vales, And by the desert sands. There ...
1846 (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou child of Man, fall down With contrite heart and low; Inheritor by fleshly birth Of exile, death, and woe. Thou child of Man, ...
Portsmouth, 1830 (Henry Alford Poems)
When I am in my grave, The busy clouds will wander on; This Moon, that silver--tips each dancing wave, Will shine as it ...
Psalm XXIV (Henry Alford Poems)
CHORUS OF ANGELS. The Earth is God's; the fullness tooOf all that therein is;Upon the floods he founded it,And built it ...
Psalm XLVI. (Henry Alford Poems)
God is our refuge and our strength When trouble's hour is near: A very present help is he, Therefore we will not fear:Although ...
The Dead. (Henry Alford Poems)
The dead alone are great! While heavenly plants abide on earth, The soil is one of dewless dearth; But when they die, a ...
Ampton, Suffolk (1) (Henry Alford Poems)
There is a wood, not far from where I pass My unrecorded hours in pleasant toil;-- Each tangle of the spreading boughs ...
November, 1847. (Henry Alford Poems)
Oh for one word of that Almighty voice, Whose tone, though gentle, pierced the ear of death-- Talitha, cumi! Oh that He ...
Written On The Day Of General Thanksgiving, April 14, 1833 (Henry Alford Poems)
Surely, methinks, this Sabbath mornSome brighter sunshine should adornThan Heaven vouchsafes on common days;And buds should burst, and all the ...
Hymn For A Missal. (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou that art the Father's Word,Thou that art the Lamb of God,Thou that art the Virgin's Son,Thou that savest souls ...
The Land’s End (Henry Alford Poems)
This world of wonders, where our lot is cast,Hath far more ends than one. A man may standOn the bluff ...
Sonnet II. “Weep ye and howl, for that ye did refuse” (Henry Alford Poems)
Weep ye and howl, for that ye did refuse God's feast of bounties when most largely spread,-- Sunrise and set, and clustering ...
Sonnet LIV. Stratford-Upon-Avon (Henry Alford Poems)
We stood upon the tomb of him whose praise Time, nor oblivious thrift, nor envy chill, Nor war, nor ocean with her ...