The School Of The Heart. Lesson The First (Henry Alford Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
OH Earth! how fair thou art! With life, with mirth,With freshness, and with glory, teemest thou!Say, was the morn that ...
The glory of Him who moveth everythingDoth penetrate the universe, and shineIn one part more and in another less.Within that ...
I climb the highest cliff; I hear the soundOf dashing waves; I gaze intent around;I mark the gray cope, and ...
I sit by the mossy fountain; on thetop of the hill of winds. One tree isrustling above me. Dark waves ...
Oh, my blossom, my darling, whose dimpled hands are cold!Oh, my baby, my treasure, laid under the green mould!Earth pressed on ...
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are ...
TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!-For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not ...
Tell me not in future numbersThat our thought becomes inane,That our metre halts and lumbers,When the Wattle blooms again.Lies of ...
Thou living light that in thy rainbow huesClothest this naked world; and over SeaAnd Earth and air, and all the ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
Welcome, gentle Stripling, Nature's darling thou!With thy basket full of blossoms, A happy welcome ...
"SWEET saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight Like fair Aurora chasing mists away, Our ocean billows, and thy western ...
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
Welcome, gentle Stripling, Nature's darling thou! With thy basket full of blossoms, A happy welcome now! Aha!--and thou returnest, Heartily ...
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 ...
49 Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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