The Seasons: A Masque. As Represented By Father Christmas And His Attendants (Henry Alford Poems)
Part I.The Prologue was given by Father Christmas habited in a red robe, with a white beard and an icy ...
Henry Alford Poems on Fathers (12 Poems)
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 ...
A Villiage Tale. Related Almost In The Words Of The Narrator. (Henry Alford Poems)
He was a blessed father; and he taught Us, his four children (for in that my day There were no schools as ...
Epicedia (Henry Alford Poems)
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
The Little Mourner. (Henry Alford Poems)
``Child, whither goest thou Over the snowy hill? The frost--air nips so keen That the very clouds are still: From the golden folding curtains The ...
To Alice, Mary, Ambrose, And Clement. (Henry Alford Poems)
Children of your Father's love, Children of your God above, See the Cross, whereon portrayed All your duties are displayed. Alice, eldest born and ...
The Ancient Man. (Henry Alford Poems)
There is an ancient man who dwells Without our parish--bounds, Beyond the poplar--avenue, Across two meadow--grounds; And whensoe'er our two small bells To church call ...
Last Words. (Henry Alford Poems)
Refresh me with the bright blue violet, And put the pale faint--scented primrose near, For I am breathing yet: Shed not one silly ...
Hymn For A Missal. (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou that art the Father's Word,Thou that art the Lamb of God,Thou that art the Virgin's Son,Thou that savest souls ...
Sonnet XVII. An Evening In Autumn, Near Nether Stowey, Somerset. (Henry Alford Poems)
How soothing is that sound of far--off wheels Under the golden sheen of the harvest moon! In the shade--chequered road it half ...
Sonnet LXX. Milan Cathedral. (Henry Alford Poems)
Here stand, beloved, where the outer light Falls glorified by entrance to the shrine Of the Eternal; where the tracery fine Of marble ...
“Father, wake–the storm is loud” (Henry Alford Poems)
``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 ...