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 ...
The hills have on their royal robes Of purple and of gold, And over their tops the autumn clouds In heaps are onward ...
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
Methinks I can remember, when a shadeAll soft and flowery was my couch, and IA little naked child with fair ...
I go to the region of dreams, Where a veil is drawn o'er the bright day--beams, And a soft and shadowy mist ...
Stand up before your GodYou army bold and bright,Saints martyrs and confessorsIn your robes of white;The Church below doth challenge ...
Speak thou the truth. Let others fence,And trim their words for pay:In pleasant sunshine of pretenceGuard thou the fact: though ...
I.IntroductoryIf thou would'st find what holiest men have sought,Communion with the power of Poesy,Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought,--Lay ...
We looked into the silent sky, We gazed upon thee, lovely Moon; And thou wert shining clear and bright In night's unclouded noon. And ...
O for a drosky and a pair,To flee from wet, ennui, and care,--To rush where Alps on Alps arise,And genuine ...
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 ...
The golden stars keep watch aloft; Unmarked the moments glide along, Save that around me scatters oft Yon nightingale his pearls of song:-- The ...
In the bright summer weather We twain will go together, By the river's silver swathes, Where the melilotus bathes Its blooms gold--bright; And along the ...
Refresh me with the bright blue violet, And put the pale faint--scented primrose near, For I am breathing yet: Shed not one silly ...
I have found Peace in the bright earth And in the sunny sky: By the low voice of summer seas, And where streams ...
This onward--deepening gloom,--this hanging path Over the Linn that soundeth mightily, Foaming and tumbling on, as if in wrath That ought should bar ...
Dear Spirit, lo, thy poet, full at heart, Puts on his singing--garb and flowery gear, To make sweet music in thy listening ...
If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought, Communion with the power of Poesy, Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought, Lay ...
Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:-- All yesternight I had a dreary dream: Methought I walked in desert Academe Among fallen ...
All things are dying round us; days and hours, A multitudinous troop are passing on; Winter is fled, and spring hath shed ...
Come to me often, sportive Memory: Thy hands are full of flowers; thy voice is sweet; Thine innocent uncareful look doth meet The ...
``Father, wake--the storm is loud, The rain is falling fast: Let me go to my mother's grave, And screen it from the blast: She ...
My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;My ear is tired waiting for your call.I want your strength to help, ...
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