The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Second. (Henry Alford Poems)
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wingsHyperion slid into the rustled air,And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad ...
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
HENRY,AGED EIGHT YEARS.Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter—woodland hollows thickly strewing, Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,While ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.2 He hath led me, and ...
You're now, Eliza, fix'd for life;In other words, you're now -- a wife;And let me whisper in your ear,A wife, ...
Long have we toiled, and passed from day to day Our stated round of duties till the mind Reaches for change, and ...
Expect not (lovely Cynthia) yet from me Lines like thy fairest selfe, so ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
In a year the nightingales were said to be so loud they drowned out slumber, and peafowl strolled screaming beside ...
IWe have no daily papers To tell of Newport capers, No proud four hundred to look down on ordinary folk;No ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Now the heart sings with all its thousand voices To hear this city of cells, my body, sing. The tree ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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