Sonnet XXVII. Heu Quanto Minus Est Cum Reliquis Versari, Quam Tui Meminisse! (Henry Alford Poems)
The sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wandered by, The fairest star upon the brow of ...
The sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wandered by, The fairest star upon the brow of ...
O bare and aimless mockery--``day by day?'' To--morrow, and the next day, and the next, No praise will hence ascend; no sacred ...
Force not to over--growth the subject mind: Heaven's the power that spread the native soil; The tillage only asks thy careful toil, On ...
Long we have mourned; but now the worst hath come, We cannot weep, nor feel as we have felt For aught in ...
Dear Spirit, lo, thy poet, full at heart, Puts on his singing--garb and flowery gear, To make sweet music in thy listening ...
If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought, Communion with the power of Poesy, Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought, Lay ...
Long have we toiled, and passed from day to day Our stated round of duties till the mind Reaches for change, and ...
Flower, that with thy silken tapestry Of flexile petals interwove with green, Clothest the mountain walls of this calm scene; We, a love--led ...
The inward pleasure of our human soul Oweth no homage to the tyrant Will: Whether the roving spirit take its fill Of strange ...
We cannot weep, nor feel as we have feltFor aught in sorrow: thou art all too calmAnd solemn--silent on thy ...
My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;My ear is tired waiting for your call.I want your strength to help, ...
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