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 ...
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
When shall the woes of War and Discord cease!When shall the morn of Harmony arise!When shall the dawn of Concord, ...
THE ministering spirits from aboveDescend with energy creative fraught,They breathe on nature with the breath of love,And lo! she wakens ...
I. You arrive in a new town.Your suitcase yawns. Your troublesUnpack themselves and dress up.A night on the town! Poor town.The ...
What liberty so glad and gay, As where the mountain boy,Reckless of regions far away, A prisoner lives in joy?The dreary sounds ...
When in my silent solitary walk, I sought a strain not all unworthy Thee,My heart, still ringing with wild worldly talk, Gave ...
Jeremiah x. 6.IN the dark winter of affliction's hour,When summer friends and pleasures haste away,And the wrecked heart perceives how ...
I would, but cannot sing,Guilt has untuned my voice;The serpent sin's envenomed stingHas poisoned all my joys.I know the Lord ...
Dear Jane you say you will gather flowersTo win if you may a verse from meCan you bring to me ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
Late, late, in the October afternoon,The monks sat listening spellbound in the choir;The voice went ringing on, a lovely tune,A ...
You, O the piteous you!Who all the long night throughAnticipatedlyDisclose yourself to meAlready in the waysBeyond our human comfortable days;How ...
I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,Enduring long. At length the ...
ONLY a woman's letter, brown with age, Yet breathing deathless love, too strong and deep E'er to be told, save ...
Here she bides, a buxom lady, Blest by peace and great content;Dwelling by her byways shady, Where the elm trees ...
Come through the gloom of clouded skies,The slow dim rain and fog athwart;Through east winds keen with wrong and liesCome ...
I may not hear those sounds, my child, They waken thoughts of other days; And my sad breast with yearnings ...
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: My breast ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
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