Sonnet LII. To The Yellow Cistus. (Henry Alford Poems)
Flower, that with thy silken tapestry Of flexile petals interwove with green, Clothest the mountain walls of this calm scene; We, a love--led ...
Henry Alford Poems on Flowers (38 Poems)
Sonnet LXXVIII. “Friend of my heart, here in my close green bower” (Henry Alford Poems)
Friend of my heart, here in my close green bower I wait thy coming: slender clematis And the rank wild--vine, with late ...
Sonnet XXIX. “All things are dying round us; days and hours” (Henry Alford Poems)
All things are dying round us; days and hours, A multitudinous troop are passing on; Winter is fled, and spring hath shed ...
SonnetVIII. “Come to me often, sportive Memory” (Henry Alford Poems)
Come to me often, sportive Memory: Thy hands are full of flowers; thy voice is sweet; Thine innocent uncareful look doth meet The ...
The Bride (Henry Alford Poems)
Rise,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.'She heard the call and rose with willing feet; But thinking it not otherwise ...
Epimenides (Henry Alford Poems)
He went into the woods a laughing boy;Each flower was in his heart; the happy birdFlitting across the morning sun, ...
To–Morrow. (Henry Alford Poems)
To--morrow--'tis an idle sound, Tell me of no such dreary thing; A new land whither I am bound After strange wandering. What care I ...
1832 (Henry Alford Poems)
The cowslip standeth in the grass, The primrose in the budding grove Hath laid her pale fair breast On the green sward to ...