The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Sixth (Henry Alford Poems)
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach The ...
Henry Alford Poems on Death & Dying (21 Poems)
Lacrymae Paterae (Henry Alford Poems)
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
Fragments Of A Long-Pondered Poem. (Henry Alford Poems)
I.That wrath divine I sing, whose bitter curseWeighed heavy on the race chosen of God;What time the holy city, favoured ...
The Abbot Of Muchelnaye. Canto The Second. (Henry Alford Poems)
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
The Passion Of St. Agnes (Henry Alford Poems)
Near the town of Romulus, Faithful Maid and Martyr blest, Agnes hath her sepulchre; From her holy place of rest She can see the ...
Henry Martyn At Shiraz (Henry Alford Poems)
A vision of the bright Shiraz, of Persian bards the theme: The vine with bunches laden hangs o'er the crystal stream; The ...
The Dirge Of The Passing Year. (Henry Alford Poems)
Bring flowers--but not the gay, The tender, nor the sweet; But such as winter's chill winds lay Faded and dank across the spray, Or ...
How We Buried Him. A Tribute To The Memory Of The Late Canon Chesshyre, St. Martin’s, Canterbury. (Henry Alford Poems)
Where thickest on that eastward hill the grassy mounds are piled, We laid him till the glorious morn beside his waiting ...
On Seeing The Following Epitaph At Selworthy, West Somerset (Henry Alford Poems)
This grave's a cradle where an infant lies,Rockt fast asleepe with Death's sad lullabyes.Sad lullabyes, dear child--in this sweet spot,The ...
A Crimean Thought. (Henry Alford Poems)
Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze Laden with death, they come. A thousand more Stiff on the sod of Tauris: yon ...
Hymn For All Saints Day In The Morning (Henry Alford Poems)
Stand up before your GodYou army bold and bright,Saints martyrs and confessorsIn your robes of white;The Church below doth challenge ...
An Easter Ode. (Henry Alford Poems)
The calm of blessed Night Is on Judaea's hills; The full--orbed moon with cloudless light Is sparkling on their rills: One spot above the ...
1846 (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou child of Man, fall down With contrite heart and low; Inheritor by fleshly birth Of exile, death, and woe. Thou child of Man, ...
November, 1847. (Henry Alford Poems)
Oh for one word of that Almighty voice, Whose tone, though gentle, pierced the ear of death-- Talitha, cumi! Oh that He ...
Faith. (Henry Alford Poems)
I thought, if I could go and stand Beside our dear one's grave in Faith, And lift the voice, and stretch the ...
Written On The Day Of General Thanksgiving, April 14, 1833 (Henry Alford Poems)
Surely, methinks, this Sabbath mornSome brighter sunshine should adornThan Heaven vouchsafes on common days;And buds should burst, and all the ...
Sonnet LXXVI. Arion. (Henry Alford Poems)
Not song, nor beauty, nor the wondrous power Of the clear sky, nor stream, nor mountain glen, Nor the wide Ocean, turn ...
Sonnet XCIX. Day By Day We Magnify Thee. (Henry Alford Poems)
O bare and aimless mockery--``day by day?'' To--morrow, and the next day, and the next, No praise will hence ascend; no sacred ...
Sonnet XL. Easter-Eve, 1833. (Henry Alford Poems)
I saw two women weeping by the tomb Of one new--buried, in a fair green place Bowered with shrubs; the eve retained ...
Sonnet XXIV. The Same (Henry Alford Poems)
Long we have mourned; but now the worst hath come, We cannot weep, nor feel as we have felt For aught in ...
December 11, 1832 (Henry Alford Poems)
We cannot weep, nor feel as we have feltFor aught in sorrow: thou art all too calmAnd solemn--silent on thy ...