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 ...
Rememberest thou that solemn eventide When last we parted? we had wandered forth Down that steep hill--path to the level moor; It was ...
``Here is no place for greeting: fly afar Before the absent sisterhood return. In my well--sembled agony, yon star I watched, whose westering ...
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
He was a blessed father; and he taught Us, his four children (for in that my day There were no schools as ...
Speak thou the truth. Let others fence,And trim their words for pay:In pleasant sunshine of pretenceGuard thou the fact: though ...
When I paint thee what thou might'st be,When I think on what thou art,Trace thine image in my memory,Search that ...
Loud raged the tumult: Ocean far and near Seethed with wild anger, up the sloping sand Driving the shreds of foam; while, ...
Each morn the same sun rises on our day, Measuring with every year his usual round; The merry bells that for our ...
Fresh fount of feeling, which from earliest days Hast sprung within mine heart, let not thy streams Now fail me, when this ...
Autumn should be a youth wasted and wan, A flush upon his cheek, and in his eye Unhealthful fire; and there should ...
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