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 Summer (23 Poems)
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 ...
A Letter To America (Henry Alford Poems)
This to Hale in the West, from the Dean beneath his Cathedral.Greeting and health, and many New--year and Christmas blessings;Also, ...
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 ...
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 ...
On A Cyclamen (Henry Alford Poems)
This fragrant plant from sunny Italy, Plucked by our passing hand, was homeward brought: Memorial of that favoured clime to be, And minister ...
The Little Mourner. (Henry Alford Poems)
``Child, whither goest thou Over the snowy hill? The frost--air nips so keen That the very clouds are still: From the golden folding curtains The ...
To A Drop Of Dew. (Henry Alford Poems)
Sun--begotten, ocean--born, Sparkling in the summer morn Underneath me as I pass O'er the hill--top on the grass, All among thy fellow--drops On the speary ...
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 ...
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 ...
Written In An Artificial Pleasure-Ground (Henry Alford Poems)
'Tis pretty, doubtless: water, grass, and trees, The man who hath a heart must always please: The morning glories from yon steaming ...
Peace. (Henry Alford Poems)
I have found Peace in the bright earth And in the sunny sky: By the low voice of summer seas, And where streams ...
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 XCVI. Ascension Day, 1845 (Henry Alford Poems)
They stood and gazed into the summer sky, That earnest band of holy men and true: It was no vision that might ...
Sonnet XXIX. To Charles Merivale (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou friend whom chilling years have altered not, When shall we once again by winter fire Or in the summer sun, quench ...
Sonnet LXIX. To Alice In England. Also Written In Frankfort. (Henry Alford Poems)
Child of our love, thou sleepest softly now In our dear home perchance, with thine own smile Resting upon thy rosy lips, ...
Sonnet VI. “Oh, what doth it avail, in busy care” (Henry Alford Poems)
Oh, what doth it avail, in busy care The summer of our days to pass away In--doors, nor forth into the sunny ...
Sonnet XLIX. “Long have we toiled, and passed from day to day” (Henry Alford Poems)
Long have we toiled, and passed from day to day Our stated round of duties till the mind Reaches for change, and ...
Sonnet LXIII. Bruges. (Henry Alford Poems)
Wouldst thou behold, not the ensnaring blaze Of earthly grandeur in its envious noon, But the calm majesty of other days Reposing, as ...
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 ...
Sonnet LVI.Written At York On The Day Of The Coronation Of Queen Viotoria, June 28, 1838. (Henry Alford Poems)
Shine out, thou Sun, and let the minster--towers Pour forth their solemn music, and the crowd Utter their oft--repeated shouts and loud; Let ...
To–Morrow. (Henry Alford Poems)
To--morrow--'tis an idle sound, Tell me of no such dreary thing; A new land whither I am bound After strange wandering. What care I ...