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 ...
Henry Alford Poems on Friendship (16 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 ...
A Letter To America (Henry Alford Poems)
This to Hale in the West, from the Dean beneath his Cathedral.Greeting and health, and many New--year and Christmas blessings;Also, ...
The Epitaph Of Bion. (Henry Alford Poems)
Dolefully sound, ye groves and Dorian waters,Lament, ye rivers, our beloved Bion;Mourn, all ye plants, and whisper low, ye forests;Ye ...
Evening Hexameters (Henry Alford Poems)
Darkly the minster--towers, against the glow of the sunset,Rise from the purple band of mist that beleaguers the city:Golden the ...
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 ...
An Answer To A Question. (Henry Alford Poems)
When the thing thou lovest is not one That thou canst beg a blessing on; When the thing thou lovest puts a ...
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 ...
Life’s Question (Henry Alford Poems)
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 ...
Psalm XXIV (Henry Alford Poems)
CHORUS OF ANGELS. The Earth is God's; the fullness tooOf all that therein is;Upon the floods he founded it,And built it ...
Written In An Artificial Pleasure-Ground (Henry Alford Poems)
'Tis pretty, doubtless: water, grass, and trees, The man who hath a heart must always please: The morning glories from yon steaming ...
The Land’s End (Henry Alford Poems)
This world of wonders, where our lot is cast,Hath far more ends than one. A man may standOn the bluff ...
Sonnet XXIX. To Charles Merivale (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou friend whom chilling years have altered not, When shall we once again by winter fire Or in the summer sun, quench ...
Sonnet CI. Our Early Friends. (Henry Alford Poems)
One, and another--pass they, and are gone, Our early friends. Like minute--bells of heaven, Across our path in fitful wailings driven, Hear we ...
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 ...
You And I (Henry Alford Poems)
My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;My ear is tired waiting for your call.I want your strength to help, ...