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 ...
Rememberest thou that solemn eventide When last we parted? we had wandered forth Down that steep hill--path to the level moor; It was ...
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze Laden with death, they come. A thousand more Stiff on the sod of Tauris: yon ...
Sun--begotten, ocean--born, Sparkling in the summer morn Underneath me as I pass O'er the hill--top on the grass, All among thy fellow--drops On the speary ...
The simple folk once used to throng These mouldering steps beneath, And every child that passed along Its soft petitions breathe, In pious days ...
The calm of blessed Night Is on Judaea's hills; The full--orbed moon with cloudless light Is sparkling on their rills: One spot above the ...
O for a drosky and a pair,To flee from wet, ennui, and care,--To rush where Alps on Alps arise,And genuine ...
There is an ancient man who dwells Without our parish--bounds, Beyond the poplar--avenue, Across two meadow--grounds; And whensoe'er our two small bells To church call ...
Thou child of Man, fall down With contrite heart and low; Inheritor by fleshly birth Of exile, death, and woe. Thou child of Man, ...
Lo, where they play, the fiery squadrons bright,Along the spangled azure of the night;Waving aloft their ensigns, where the whileWheels ...
CHORUS OF ANGELS. The Earth is God's; the fullness tooOf all that therein is;Upon the floods he founded it,And built it ...
I. Hesperus, thou bringest near Hesperus, thou bringest nearAll that garish dayScattered far away:Thou bringest back the sheep,Thou bringest back the goat,Thou ...
The golden stars keep watch aloft; Unmarked the moments glide along, Save that around me scatters oft Yon nightingale his pearls of song:-- The ...
Thus sung I in these grounds erewhile, perchance Tempted by sudden aptitude of words Into that measure which least pleaseth me, Sacred to ...
Surely, methinks, this Sabbath mornSome brighter sunshine should adornThan Heaven vouchsafes on common days;And buds should burst, and all the ...
'Tis pretty, doubtless: water, grass, and trees, The man who hath a heart must always please: The morning glories from yon steaming ...
This world of wonders, where our lot is cast,Hath far more ends than one. A man may standOn the bluff ...
Have pity, Holy One, on those who stray: Thou kind and loving Shepherd, fetch Thou home The rebel flocks who in the ...
We stood upon the tomb of him whose praise Time, nor oblivious thrift, nor envy chill, Nor war, nor ocean with her ...
Not song, nor beauty, nor the wondrous power Of the clear sky, nor stream, nor mountain glen, Nor the wide Ocean, turn ...
The heart of man is everywhere the same: In distant Savoy roamed we long ago With one to guide us o'er the ...
They stood and gazed into the summer sky, That earnest band of holy men and true: It was no vision that might ...
"There is one baptism:'' thus wrote holy Paul-- Behold its only trace, yon ancient stone Forth to dishonour and destruction thrown, Catching the ...
So then the lessons of all--teaching Time Shall not be fruitless; but the sons of men Will live to ripen into age, ...
Alas for England, if her native hearts Were only to be won by stately towers, Or oft--recurring chime of many parts, With lively ...
Here are the brows of Quantock, purple--clad With lavish heath--bloom: there, the banks of Tone. Where is that woman, love--forlorn and sad, Piping ...
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