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 ...
Part I.The Prologue was given by Father Christmas habited in a red robe, with a white beard and an icy ...
Sun--begotten, ocean--born, Sparkling in the summer morn Underneath me as I pass O'er the hill--top on the grass, All among thy fellow--drops On the speary ...
See me, by elemental warfare torn From yonder peak's aerial crest, Now on the rifted breast Of this ice--ocean borne By ministering ages without ...
I have a longing to be free; The soul that in me hides Its mouldering fires, unwillingly Its day of liberation bides. Clouds, that ...
Lo, where they play, the fiery squadrons bright,Along the spangled azure of the night;Waving aloft their ensigns, where the whileWheels ...
Dost thou complain that, in thy weary toil, Day after day takes from thee something dear; So that less welcome through the ...
Colonos, can it be that thou hast still Thy laurel and thine olive and thy vine? Do thy close--feathered nightingales yet trill Their ...
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