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 ...
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 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 ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
Darkly the minster--towers, against the glow of the sunset,Rise from the purple band of mist that beleaguers the city:Golden the ...
Methinks I can remember, when a shadeAll soft and flowery was my couch, and IA little naked child with fair ...
Beautiful babe, I gaze upon thy face That bears no trace of earth: thy silk--soft cheek Gladdens me even to tears, and ...
All day long the tear is swelling, Drops, and then anew is swelling, Constant, in its crystal dwelling. All day long, each other ...
This fragrant plant from sunny Italy, Plucked by our passing hand, was homeward brought: Memorial of that favoured clime to be, And minister ...
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 ...
My blessed child! Last Sunday morn, That Feast of all the year, We held thee in our wearied arms, Distraught with hope and ...
Thou wert fair, Lady Mary, As the lily in the sun: And fairer yet thou mightest be, Thy youth was but begun: Thine eye ...
I stand upon the margin of our level lake; The daylight from the west is fading fast away; The rooks above the ...
There was a child, bright as the summer prime, Fair as a flower. Not long his speaking eyes Had uttered meaning: nature's ...
Lo, where they play, the fiery squadrons bright,Along the spangled azure of the night;Waving aloft their ensigns, where the whileWheels ...
I know not how the right may be:-- But I give thanks whene'er I see Down in the green slopes of the ...
They saw thee kneel with lowly mien, In faith a child, in state a queen; No circlet girt thy marble brow While at ...
The dead alone are great! While heavenly plants abide on earth, The soil is one of dewless dearth; But when they die, a ...
When I paint thee what thou might'st be,When I think on what thou art,Trace thine image in my memory,Search that ...
Hail to the woods once more! Hail blessed burst of the spring tide!Float over fathomless blue the fair white clouds ...
Have pity, Holy One, on those who stray: Thou kind and loving Shepherd, fetch Thou home The rebel flocks who in the ...
There is a bright space in yon rolling cloud Betokening the presence of the moon;-- Into the pure sky she will travel ...
I saw two women weeping by the tomb Of one new--buried, in a fair green place Bowered with shrubs; the eve retained ...
'Twere better far from noon to eventide To sit and feel sad care, and fence the while The patient spirit for unwonted ...
Still as a moonlight ruin is thy form. Or meekness of carved marble, that hath prayed For ages on a tomb; serenely ...
I sought for Novelty--in vainI searched the stores of Nature through:But now the object wished I gain--Thy mercies, Lord, are ...
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