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 ...
Henry Alford Poems on Spring (15 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lines Written October 23, 1836, A Few Hours After The Birth Of My First Child. (Henry Alford Poems)
Beautiful babe, I gaze upon thy face That bears no trace of earth: thy silk--soft cheek Gladdens me even to tears, and ...
On The Aged Oak At Oakley, Somerset. (Henry Alford Poems)
I was a young fair tree: Each spring with quivering green My boughs were clad; and far Down the deep vale, a light Shone ...
April, 1844. (Henry Alford Poems)
There was a child, bright as the summer prime, Fair as a flower. Not long his speaking eyes Had uttered meaning: nature's ...
Portsmouth, 1830 (Henry Alford Poems)
When I am in my grave, The busy clouds will wander on; This Moon, that silver--tips each dancing wave, Will shine as it ...
A Greeting To Spring (Henry Alford Poems)
Hail to the woods once more! Hail blessed burst of the spring tide!Float over fathomless blue the fair white clouds ...
Sonnet XLVI.” Each morn the same sun rises on our day” (Henry Alford Poems)
Each morn the same sun rises on our day, Measuring with every year his usual round; The merry bells that for our ...
Sonnet LXXII. Spring, When Young Flowers Peep, But The Frost Nippeth Keen. (Henry Alford Poems)
Spring should be drest in emblem quaint and shy; A troop of rosy girls escaped from bed For very wantonness of play, ...
Sonnet LXXXIX. “Dost thou complain that, in thy weary toil” (Henry Alford Poems)
Dost thou complain that, in thy weary toil, Day after day takes from thee something dear; So that less welcome through the ...
Sonnet XXXIII. “Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:–” (Henry Alford Poems)
Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:-- All yesternight I had a dreary dream: Methought I walked in desert Academe Among fallen ...
February 3, 1830 (Henry Alford Poems)
The Morning arose, She was pillow'd on snows, And kerchief'd in wind and storm; And she dallied with Night Till Hyperion's light Had struggled abroad ...