Life’s Question (Henry Alford Poems)
Drifting awayLike mote on the stream,To--day's disappointmentYesterday's dream;Ever resolving--Never to mend:Such is our progress:Where is the end?Whirling awayLike leaf in ...
Drifting awayLike mote on the stream,To--day's disappointmentYesterday's dream;Ever resolving--Never to mend:Such is our progress:Where is the end?Whirling awayLike leaf in ...
Blossom of the apple trees! Mossy trunks all gnarled and hoary, Grey boughs tipped with rose-veined glory,Clustered petals soft as fleeceGarlanding old ...
Water-LiliesThey float ethereal, unearthly white Upon the bosom of the darkling mere,Raying the dusk with slumbrous silver light-- Eidolons of lost moons ...
IWith love exceeding a simple love of the thingsThat glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;Or change their perch ...
Out of the heart of the city begottenOf the labour of men and their manifold hands,Whose souls, that were sprung ...
A WALL, a bastion,A living forehead with its slow whorl of hairAnd a bull's large, sombre, glancing eyeAnd glistening, adhesive ...
Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser's son Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and ...
Here where tumultuous vinesShadow the porch at the west, Leaf with tendril entwinesUnder a song sparrow's nest. She in her ...
When we met first and loved, I did not buildUpon the event with marble. Could it meanTo last, a love ...
You will not look for beauty hereIn this form, graceless and uncouth;And yet the mountain of her fleshCovers the frame-work ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes ...
The prophetic tribe of the ardent eyes Yesterday they took the road, holding their babies On their backs, delivering to ...
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Felt their Nerves change into Marrow And hardening Bones began In swift diseases ...
'Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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