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 ...
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
Darkly the minster--towers, against the glow of the sunset,Rise from the purple band of mist that beleaguers the city:Golden the ...
Say wilt thou think of me when I'm away,Borne from the threshold and laid in the clay,Past and forgotten for ...
Alas for England, if her native hearts Were only to be won by stately towers, Or oft--recurring chime of many parts, With lively ...
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