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 ...
The hills have on their royal robes Of purple and of gold, And over their tops the autumn clouds In heaps are onward ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
Who shall declare the secret of thy birth, Thou old companion of the circling earth? And having reached with keen poetic sight Ere ...
All day long the tear is swelling, Drops, and then anew is swelling, Constant, in its crystal dwelling. All day long, each other ...
``Child, whither goest thou Over the snowy hill? The frost--air nips so keen That the very clouds are still: From the golden folding curtains The ...
Rise, sons of merry England, from mountain and from plain; Let each light up his spirit, let none unmoved remain; The morning ...
Whereto shall I liken thee,Thou with sunbright eyes divine?Twilight never dimmeth thee,Evermore thy sharp eyes shine;Thou art like the morning ...
'Tis pretty, doubtless: water, grass, and trees, The man who hath a heart must always please: The morning glories from yon steaming ...
My fairy girl, amidst her mirthful play, Suddenly kneeling, clasps her hands in one, And prays the words she has been taught ...
They stood and gazed into the summer sky, That earnest band of holy men and true: It was no vision that might ...
Out, palsied soul, that dost but tremble ever In sight of the bright sunshine;--mine be joy, And the full heart, and eye ...
Come to me often, sportive Memory: Thy hands are full of flowers; thy voice is sweet; Thine innocent uncareful look doth meet The ...
He went into the woods a laughing boy;Each flower was in his heart; the happy birdFlitting across the morning sun, ...
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