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 ...
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 ...
Part I.The Prologue was given by Father Christmas habited in a red robe, with a white beard and an icy ...
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
This fragrant plant from sunny Italy, Plucked by our passing hand, was homeward brought: Memorial of that favoured clime to be, And minister ...
I was a young fair tree: Each spring with quivering green My boughs were clad; and far Down the deep vale, a light Shone ...
Bright glowed the canvas, or with chastened light Of the wan moon was tinted; features mild With hopes angelic,--glorious visions wild, Fixed by ...
There was a child, bright as the summer prime, Fair as a flower. Not long his speaking eyes Had uttered meaning: nature's ...
I.IntroductoryIf thou would'st find what holiest men have sought,Communion with the power of Poesy,Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought,--Lay ...
Thus sung I in these grounds erewhile, perchance Tempted by sudden aptitude of words Into that measure which least pleaseth me, Sacred to ...
There is a wood, not far from where I pass My unrecorded hours in pleasant toil;-- Each tangle of the spreading boughs ...
'Tis pretty, doubtless: water, grass, and trees, The man who hath a heart must always please: The morning glories from yon steaming ...
Spring should be drest in emblem quaint and shy; A troop of rosy girls escaped from bed For very wantonness of play, ...
Out, palsied soul, that dost but tremble ever In sight of the bright sunshine;--mine be joy, And the full heart, and eye ...
Once more I stray among this wilderness Of ancient trees, and through the rustling fern, Golden and sere, brush forward; at each ...
At length here stand we, wrapt as in the cloud In which light dwelt before the sun was born, When the great ...
Here are the brows of Quantock, purple--clad With lavish heath--bloom: there, the banks of Tone. Where is that woman, love--forlorn and sad, Piping ...
I saw two women weeping by the tomb Of one new--buried, in a fair green place Bowered with shrubs; the eve retained ...
The peaceful moon sheds downward from the sky Upon the sleeping city her soft light; Lines of storm--laden vapour heavily From the low ...
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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