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 ...
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach The ...
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
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 ...
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 ...
Darkly the minster--towers, against the glow of the sunset,Rise from the purple band of mist that beleaguers the city:Golden the ...
Methinks I can remember, when a shadeAll soft and flowery was my couch, and IA little naked child with fair ...
This fragrant plant from sunny Italy, Plucked by our passing hand, was homeward brought: Memorial of that favoured clime to be, And minister ...
My blessed child! Last Sunday morn, That Feast of all the year, We held thee in our wearied arms, Distraught with hope and ...
Speak thou the truth. Let others fence,And trim their words for pay:In pleasant sunshine of pretenceGuard thou the fact: though ...
There was a child, bright as the summer prime, Fair as a flower. Not long his speaking eyes Had uttered meaning: nature's ...
I.IntroductoryIf thou would'st find what holiest men have sought,Communion with the power of Poesy,Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought,--Lay ...
'Tis just the moment when time hangs in doubt Between the parting and the coming day: The deep clock tolleth twelve: and ...
Thus sung I in these grounds erewhile, perchance Tempted by sudden aptitude of words Into that measure which least pleaseth me, Sacred to ...
I thought, if I could go and stand Beside our dear one's grave in Faith, And lift the voice, and stretch the ...
When I paint thee what thou might'st be,When I think on what thou art,Trace thine image in my memory,Search that ...
I have found Peace in the bright earth And in the sunny sky: By the low voice of summer seas, And where streams ...
Each morn the same sun rises on our day, Measuring with every year his usual round; The merry bells that for our ...
Thou friend whom chilling years have altered not, When shall we once again by winter fire Or in the summer sun, quench ...
This day without its record may not pass, In which I first have seen the lowly roof That shelters Wordsworth's age. A ...
We want but little: in the morning--tide, Bread to renew our energies; at noon, Cool shade, to quiet evening yielding soon; And then ...
The sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wandered by, The fairest star upon the brow of ...
O bare and aimless mockery--``day by day?'' To--morrow, and the next day, and the next, No praise will hence ascend; no sacred ...
Long we have mourned; but now the worst hath come, We cannot weep, nor feel as we have felt For aught in ...
Dear Spirit, lo, thy poet, full at heart, Puts on his singing--garb and flowery gear, To make sweet music in thy listening ...
If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought, Communion with the power of Poesy, Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought, Lay ...
Long have we toiled, and passed from day to day Our stated round of duties till the mind Reaches for change, and ...
Flower, that with thy silken tapestry Of flexile petals interwove with green, Clothest the mountain walls of this calm scene; We, a love--led ...
The inward pleasure of our human soul Oweth no homage to the tyrant Will: Whether the roving spirit take its fill Of strange ...
We cannot weep, nor feel as we have feltFor aught in sorrow: thou art all too calmAnd solemn--silent on thy ...
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