The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Sixth (Henry Alford Poems)
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach The ...
Henry Alford Poems on Night (38 Poems)
The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Fourth. (Henry Alford Poems)
Rememberest thou that solemn eventide When last we parted? we had wandered forth Down that steep hill--path to the level moor; It was ...
The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Second. (Henry Alford Poems)
My sweet companion, who hast ever been Beside me in all toils, refreshing oft My weary spirit with low whisperings Of hope that ...
The School Of The Heart. Lesson The First (Henry Alford Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
A Dream (Henry Alford Poems)
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
The Seasons: A Masque. As Represented By Father Christmas And His Attendants (Henry Alford Poems)
Part I.The Prologue was given by Father Christmas habited in a red robe, with a white beard and an icy ...
The Abbot Of Muchelnaye. Canto The Last (Henry Alford Poems)
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
The Abbot Of Muchelnaye. Canto The Second. (Henry Alford Poems)
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
A Villiage Tale. Related Almost In The Words Of The Narrator. (Henry Alford Poems)
He was a blessed father; and he taught Us, his four children (for in that my day There were no schools as ...
Epicedia (Henry Alford Poems)
I.Ye must not die--your cheek is red,Ye have not lost your bloom;We shall be loth when ye are deadTo lay ...
Evening Hexameters (Henry Alford Poems)
Darkly the minster--towers, against the glow of the sunset,Rise from the purple band of mist that beleaguers the city:Golden the ...
A Spring Scene. (Henry Alford Poems)
MOTHER. So thou hast brought thy bosom full of daisies And gilded celandine. There, pour them forth-- A pretty April snow--storm. Now enfold Thine ...
Hymn To The Sea (Henry Alford Poems)
Who shall declare the secret of thy birth, Thou old companion of the circling earth? And having reached with keen poetic sight Ere ...
A Remembrance (Henry Alford Poems)
Methinks I can remember, when a shadeAll soft and flowery was my couch, and IA little naked child with fair ...
Christmas Eve 1836 (Henry Alford Poems)
The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth Is laid in her first sleep, secure and calm; The glorious works of ...
August 19, 1830 (Henry Alford Poems)
I go to the region of dreams, Where a veil is drawn o'er the bright day--beams, And a soft and shadowy mist ...
First Sunday After Easter, 1844. Sacred To The Memory Of Clement Henry Oke Alford. (Henry Alford Poems)
My blessed child! Last Sunday morn, That Feast of all the year, We held thee in our wearied arms, Distraught with hope and ...
The Baron is back from his hawking come (Henry Alford Poems)
The Baron is back from his hawking come,At the close of the summer's day:But the spots of red blood danced ...
Hymn For All Saints Day In The Morning (Henry Alford Poems)
Stand up before your GodYou army bold and bright,Saints martyrs and confessorsIn your robes of white;The Church below doth challenge ...
Written January 1, 1832. (Henry Alford Poems)
The year is born to--day--methinks it hath A chilly time of it; for down the sky The flaky frost--cloud stretches, and the ...
Be Just And Fear Not (Henry Alford Poems)
Speak thou the truth. Let others fence,And trim their words for pay:In pleasant sunshine of pretenceGuard thou the fact: though ...
Amor Coelestis (Henry Alford Poems)
I have a longing to be free; The soul that in me hides Its mouldering fires, unwillingly Its day of liberation bides. Clouds, that ...
To A Beautiful Female Portrait (Henry Alford Poems)
Whereto shall I liken thee,Thou with sunbright eyes divine?Twilight never dimmeth thee,Evermore thy sharp eyes shine;Thou art like the morning ...
A Night Scene (Henry Alford Poems)
We looked into the silent sky, We gazed upon thee, lovely Moon; And thou wert shining clear and bright In night's unclouded noon. And ...
In A Letter From Scotland (Henry Alford Poems)
O for a drosky and a pair,To flee from wet, ennui, and care,--To rush where Alps on Alps arise,And genuine ...
Written During An Aurora Borealis, January 7, 1831 (Henry Alford Poems)
Lo, where they play, the fiery squadrons bright,Along the spangled azure of the night;Waving aloft their ensigns, where the whileWheels ...
A Doubt. (Henry Alford Poems)
I know not how the right may be:-- But I give thanks whene'er I see Down in the green slopes of the ...
To A Moonbeam By Our Fireside. (Henry Alford Poems)
What dost thou here? A drop of strange cold light After thy airy flight Of many a thousand league of sky? Like glow--worm, or ...
Anticipation. (Henry Alford Poems)
In the bright summer weather We twain will go together, By the river's silver swathes, Where the melilotus bathes Its blooms gold--bright; And along the ...