A Winter Morning Scene. (Henry Alford Poems)
Far on the sloping casement from the East Looks through the frosted haze the purple sun, As with a heavenly presence filling ...
Far on the sloping casement from the East Looks through the frosted haze the purple sun, As with a heavenly presence filling ...
I named thee once the silver thread,When in the burning summer dayI stept across thy stony bedUpon my homeward way.For ...
Truth loveth not to lavish upon all The clear down--shining of her heavenly smile; She chooseth those on whom its light shall ...
Erewhile I saw ye faintly through far haze, Spread many miles above the fields of sea; Now ye rise glorious, and my ...
Could I for once be so in love with gloom As to leave off with cold mortality,-- To finish with the deep ...
We stood upon the tomb of him whose praise Time, nor oblivious thrift, nor envy chill, Nor war, nor ocean with her ...
Out, palsied soul, that dost but tremble ever In sight of the bright sunshine;--mine be joy, And the full heart, and eye ...
Blest be the taper which hath power to shed Light on the features of that angel--face; Blest be the sadness of this ...
No voice is heard along the city--street Of men, nor tramp of horse; but the night long Yon nightingale fills all the ...
Oh, what doth it avail, in busy care The summer of our days to pass away In--doors, nor forth into the sunny ...
Even thus, methinks, in some Ionian isle, Yielding his soul to unrecorded joy, Beside a fall like this, lingered awhile On briery banks ...
Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:-- All yesternight I had a dreary dream: Methought I walked in desert Academe Among fallen ...
Shine out, thou Sun, and let the minster--towers Pour forth their solemn music, and the crowd Utter their oft--repeated shouts and loud; Let ...
There is a sweet well--spring of purity In the holy heart, whereout unceasing flow Its living waters, freshening as they go The weary ...
He went into the woods a laughing boy;Each flower was in his heart; the happy birdFlitting across the morning sun, ...
The cowslip standeth in the grass, The primrose in the budding grove Hath laid her pale fair breast On the green sward to ...
Had I the wondrous magic to investIdeal forms in colour, I would paintThee, winter, first, by an ideal saintDeep in ...
I sought for Novelty--in vainI searched the stores of Nature through:But now the object wished I gain--Thy mercies, Lord, are ...
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