Written January 1, 1832. (Henry Alford Poems)
The year is born to--day--methinks it hath A chilly time of it; for down the sky The flaky frost--cloud stretches, and the ...
The year is born to--day--methinks it hath A chilly time of it; for down the sky The flaky frost--cloud stretches, and the ...
IThe summer is over!'Tis windy and chilly.The flowers are dead in the dale.All beauty has faded,The rose and the lilyIn ...
AH! who call tell how strong the tieWhich subtly binds us, heart to heart,Till the dark master, Death, comes nigh,To ...
You showed me tonight the rooms again;everything the same. It was again the first timeamong a thousand others that I ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
Speak kindly, wife; the little ones will grow Fairest and straightest in the warmest sun. We talk so often ...
O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black Sweeps past my windows, Coming and going with invisible track As death ...
The east wind had whistled for many a day,Sere and wintry, o'er summer's domain;And the sun, muffled up in a ...
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