The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Fifth. (Henry Alford Poems)
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach The ...
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
The spring is coming round--the buds have burst, And on the coppice--path, and in the bower, The leaping spray of sunlight leaf--inwrought Sports ...
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 ...
Part I.The Prologue was given by Father Christmas habited in a red robe, with a white beard and an icy ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
Near the town of Romulus, Faithful Maid and Martyr blest, Agnes hath her sepulchre; From her holy place of rest She can see the ...
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
Beautiful babe, I gaze upon thy face That bears no trace of earth: thy silk--soft cheek Gladdens me even to tears, and ...
A vision of the bright Shiraz, of Persian bards the theme: The vine with bunches laden hangs o'er the crystal stream; The ...
Freed from the womb, and from the bounds With which the stepdame infancy Our days of pupilage surrounds, We spring up beautiful and ...
The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth Is laid in her first sleep, secure and calm; The glorious works of ...
This fragrant plant from sunny Italy, Plucked by our passing hand, was homeward brought: Memorial of that favoured clime to be, And minister ...
I go to the region of dreams, Where a veil is drawn o'er the bright day--beams, And a soft and shadowy mist ...
Where thickest on that eastward hill the grassy mounds are piled, We laid him till the glorious morn beside his waiting ...
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 ...
Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze Laden with death, they come. A thousand more Stiff on the sod of Tauris: yon ...
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 ...
Beloved, to whose wedded hand I trust This treasure of sweet song, it is but meet That thou shouldst know its value; ...
The year is born to--day--methinks it hath A chilly time of it; for down the sky The flaky frost--cloud stretches, and the ...
There was a child, bright as the summer prime, Fair as a flower. Not long his speaking eyes Had uttered meaning: nature's ...
Sweetly float o'er town and tower Strains that mark the dawning hour; Soothing, as it glides along, Yon fair stream with tinkling song; Over ...
Thou little flower, that on thy stem Totterest as the breezes blow; There is no strife with thee and them, They kiss thee ...
I named thee once ``the silver thread,'' When, in the burning summer day, I stept across thy stony bed Upon my homeward way. For ...
There is a wood, not far from where I pass My unrecorded hours in pleasant toil;-- Each tangle of the spreading boughs ...
By Babylon streams we sat us down and wept, When we remembered Zion mournfully; As for our harps, we hanged them up Upon ...
When I paint thee what thou might'st be,When I think on what thou art,Trace thine image in my memory,Search that ...
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