The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Fifth. (Henry Alford Poems)
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach The ...
Rememberest thou that solemn eventide When last we parted? we had wandered forth Down that steep hill--path to the level moor; It was ...
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
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 ...
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
Darkly the minster--towers, against the glow of the sunset,Rise from the purple band of mist that beleaguers the city:Golden the ...
Beautiful babe, I gaze upon thy face That bears no trace of earth: thy silk--soft cheek Gladdens me even to tears, and ...
Beloved, to whose wedded hand I trust This treasure of sweet song, it is but meet That thou shouldst know its value; ...
Stand up before your GodYou army bold and bright,Saints martyrs and confessorsIn your robes of white;The Church below doth challenge ...
Thus sung I in these grounds erewhile, perchance Tempted by sudden aptitude of words Into that measure which least pleaseth me, Sacred to ...
When I paint thee what thou might'st be,When I think on what thou art,Trace thine image in my memory,Search that ...
Could I for once be so in love with gloom As to leave off with cold mortality,-- To finish with the deep ...
Weep ye and howl, for that ye did refuse God's feast of bounties when most largely spread,-- Sunrise and set, and clustering ...
Not song, nor beauty, nor the wondrous power Of the clear sky, nor stream, nor mountain glen, Nor the wide Ocean, turn ...
This day without its record may not pass, In which I first have seen the lowly roof That shelters Wordsworth's age. A ...
There is a bright space in yon rolling cloud Betokening the presence of the moon;-- Into the pure sky she will travel ...
Nor is a thankful strain from me not due To you, ye company of cherished flowers, That look upon, throughout the weary ...
Young budding virgin, who in bashful pride, All dedicate to Christ, didst stand apart From crowds of pitying faithless, and with heart Unmoved ...
Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:-- All yesternight I had a dreary dream: Methought I walked in desert Academe Among fallen ...
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