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 ...
Henry Alford Poems on Sleep (26 Poems)
The School Of The Heart. Lesson The First (Henry Alford Poems)
The spring is coming round--the buds have burst, And on the coppice--path, and in the bower, The leaping spray of sunlight leaf--inwrought Sports ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
A Villiage Tale. Related Almost In The Words Of The Narrator. (Henry Alford Poems)
He was a blessed father; and he taught Us, his four children (for in that my day There were no schools as ...
A Remembrance (Henry Alford Poems)
Methinks I can remember, when a shadeAll soft and flowery was my couch, and IA little naked child with fair ...
Lines Written October 23, 1836, A Few Hours After The Birth Of My First Child. (Henry Alford Poems)
Beautiful babe, I gaze upon thy face That bears no trace of earth: thy silk--soft cheek Gladdens me even to tears, and ...
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 ...
On Seeing The Following Epitaph At Selworthy, West Somerset (Henry Alford Poems)
This grave's a cradle where an infant lies,Rockt fast asleepe with Death's sad lullabyes.Sad lullabyes, dear child--in this sweet spot,The ...
The Baron is back from his hawking come (Henry Alford Poems)
The Baron is back from his hawking come,At the close of the summer's day:But the spots of red blood danced ...
A Wish. (Henry Alford Poems)
Would it were mine amidst the changes Through which our varied lifetime ranges, To live on Providence's bounty Down in some favoured Western ...
Midnight Thoughts (Henry Alford Poems)
'Tis just the moment when time hangs in doubt Between the parting and the coming day: The deep clock tolleth twelve: and ...
Faith. (Henry Alford Poems)
I thought, if I could go and stand Beside our dear one's grave in Faith, And lift the voice, and stretch the ...
A Winter Morning Scene. (Henry Alford Poems)
Far on the sloping casement from the East Looks through the frosted haze the purple sun, As with a heavenly presence filling ...
“Evermore the night wave beateth on” (Henry Alford Poems)
Evermore the night wave beateth on,Heavily dashing up the pebbled shore;Evermore the silent stars look on;--Evermore the spent wave draweth ...
Sonnet XLVIII. “Sleep, gentle love! and let the soothing dew” (Henry Alford Poems)
Sleep, gentle love! and let the soothing dew Of deepest quiet cover every sense; Calm visions rise before thine inward view, And restless ...
Sonnet LXIX. To Alice In England. Also Written In Frankfort. (Henry Alford Poems)
Child of our love, thou sleepest softly now In our dear home perchance, with thine own smile Resting upon thy rosy lips, ...
Sonnet XXXV. “‘Twere better far from noon to eventide” (Henry Alford Poems)
'Twere better far from noon to eventide To sit and feel sad care, and fence the while The patient spirit for unwonted ...
Sonnet LXVI. Brussels (Henry Alford Poems)
The peaceful moon sheds downward from the sky Upon the sleeping city her soft light; Lines of storm--laden vapour heavily From the low ...
Sonnet XI. To The Same. (Henry Alford Poems)
Cheeriest of maidens, who, with light of bliss That waneth never in thy gladsome eye, Passest all lightly earth's sad sorrows by, Scarce ...
Sonnet XXIX. “All things are dying round us; days and hours” (Henry Alford Poems)
All things are dying round us; days and hours, A multitudinous troop are passing on; Winter is fled, and spring hath shed ...
The Greenlander To His Dead Reindeer; Written In Early Youth (Henry Alford Poems)
Nevermore on hills of snowShall we two together go,My Reindeer;Nevermore the snow thou'lt paw,All in haste my sledge to draw,My ...
The National Prayer. October 1840 (Henry Alford Poems)
From our aisles of places holy, From our dwellings calm and lowly, On the autumn breezes slowly Swells the sound of prayer: God! before ...
“Father, wake–the storm is loud” (Henry Alford Poems)
``Father, wake--the storm is loud, The rain is falling fast: Let me go to my mother's grave, And screen it from the blast: She ...