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 ...
Henry Alford Poems on Sadness (25 Poems)
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 ...
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 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 ...
De Profundis. (Henry Alford Poems)
All day long the tear is swelling, Drops, and then anew is swelling, Constant, in its crystal dwelling. All day long, each other ...
On Seeing The Following Epitaph At Selworthy, West Somerset (Henry Alford Poems)
This grave's a cradle where an infant lies,Rockt fast asleepe with Death's sad lullabyes.Sad lullabyes, dear child--in this sweet spot,The ...
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 ...
Inscription. For The Ruin Of A Villiage Cross, Hathern, Leicestershire. (Henry Alford Poems)
The simple folk once used to throng These mouldering steps beneath, And every child that passed along Its soft petitions breathe, In pious days ...
An Easter Ode. (Henry Alford Poems)
The calm of blessed Night Is on Judaea's hills; The full--orbed moon with cloudless light Is sparkling on their rills: One spot above the ...
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 ...
The Dead. (Henry Alford Poems)
The dead alone are great! While heavenly plants abide on earth, The soil is one of dewless dearth; But when they die, a ...
Sonnet XCV. “While the vain world around us buys and sells” (Henry Alford Poems)
While the vain world around us buys and sells, And falls before its pomp and vanity, Each day, O Lord, in humble ...
Sonnet II. “Weep ye and howl, for that ye did refuse” (Henry Alford Poems)
Weep ye and howl, for that ye did refuse God's feast of bounties when most largely spread,-- Sunrise and set, and clustering ...
Sonnet XXII. The Dying Bed (Henry Alford Poems)
Blest be the taper which hath power to shed Light on the features of that angel--face; Blest be the sadness of this ...
Sonnet XXXIX. To The Wood-Pigeon. Written In Passion-Week, 1833. (Henry Alford Poems)
Tell me, thou mild and melancholy bird, Whence learnedst thou that meditative voice? For all the forest--passages rejoice, And not a note of ...
Sonnet XLIV. Written In An Interval Of Melancholy Foreboding Respecting The Church. (Henry Alford Poems)
Herbert and Crashaw, and that other name Now dear as those, of him beneath whose eye Arose ``the second Temple's'' honoured frame, After ...
Sonnet XCIX. Day By Day We Magnify Thee. (Henry Alford Poems)
O bare and aimless mockery--``day by day?'' To--morrow, and the next day, and the next, No praise will hence ascend; no sacred ...
Sonnet XVI. Recollection Of Wordsworth’s “Ruth.” (Henry Alford Poems)
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 ...
Sonnet XCII. That Day Was The Preparation, And The Sabbath Drew On. (Henry Alford Poems)
Rise and depart, thou highly--favoured one, From the sad cross, by thine adopted led: Enough of bitter tears hath now been shed: ``Behold ...
Sonnet XXIV. The Same (Henry Alford Poems)
Long we have mourned; but now the worst hath come, We cannot weep, nor feel as we have felt For aught in ...
Sonnet XXI. Sacred To The Memory Of Edward Spedding, Who Died September 3, 1832. (Henry Alford Poems)
This side the brow of yon sea--bounding hill There is an alley overarched with green, Where thick--grown briers entwine themselves at will; There, ...
Sonnet XXXVIII. Epiphany (Henry Alford Poems)
As some great actor, when the rhythmic strain Of music, and the step of even dance, Hath ceased, in conscious pride is ...
December 11, 1832 (Henry Alford Poems)
We cannot weep, nor feel as we have feltFor aught in sorrow: thou art all too calmAnd solemn--silent on thy ...