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 ...
Last night — it was a lovely night, And I was very blest — Shall it not be for Memory A happy spot ...
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the timeWhen we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
I. First of the insect choir, in the spring We hear his faint voice fluttering in the grass, Beneath some blossom's rosy covering Or ...
"Now who shall say he loves me not."He wooed her first in an atmosphere Of tender and low-breathed sighs;But the pang ...
What thing unto mine earWouldst thou convey,-what secret thing,O wandering water ever whispering?Surely thy speech shall be of her.Thou water, ...
Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre, While plaudits shake the vaulted fane; Let warriors rush through flood ...
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