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 Thought & Thinking (31 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 ...
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 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 ...
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 Remembrance (Henry Alford Poems)
Methinks I can remember, when a shadeAll soft and flowery was my couch, and IA little naked child with fair ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Sonnets, Suggested In The West Of England. During The Summer Of 1832 (Henry Alford Poems)
I.IntroductoryIf thou would'st find what holiest men have sought,Communion with the power of Poesy,Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought,--Lay ...
Midnight Thoughts (Henry Alford Poems)
'Tis just the moment when time hangs in doubt Between the parting and the coming day: The deep clock tolleth twelve: and ...
Palinode To The Foregoing. (Henry Alford Poems)
Thus sung I in these grounds erewhile, perchance Tempted by sudden aptitude of words Into that measure which least pleaseth me, Sacred to ...
Faith. (Henry Alford Poems)
I thought, if I could go and stand Beside our dear one's grave in Faith, And lift the voice, and stretch the ...
Filio Desideratissimo (Henry Alford Poems)
When I paint thee what thou might'st be,When I think on what thou art,Trace thine image in my memory,Search that ...
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 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 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 ...
Rydal Mount (Henry Alford Poems)
This day without its record may not pass, In which I first have seen the lowly roof That shelters Wordsworth's age. A ...
Sonnet LXXXVII. “We want but little: in the morning-tide” (Henry Alford Poems)
We want but little: in the morning--tide, Bread to renew our energies; at noon, Cool shade, to quiet evening yielding soon; And then ...
Sonnet XXVII. Heu Quanto Minus Est Cum Reliquis Versari, Quam Tui Meminisse! (Henry Alford Poems)
The sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wandered by, The fairest star upon the brow of ...
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 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 LXXXIV.” Dear Spirit, lo, thy poet, full at heart” (Henry Alford Poems)
Dear Spirit, lo, thy poet, full at heart, Puts on his singing--garb and flowery gear, To make sweet music in thy listening ...
Sonnet I. “If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought” (Henry Alford Poems)
If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought, Communion with the power of Poesy, Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought, Lay ...
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 LII. To The Yellow Cistus. (Henry Alford Poems)
Flower, that with thy silken tapestry Of flexile petals interwove with green, Clothest the mountain walls of this calm scene; We, a love--led ...
Sonnet LXXXVIII. “The inward pleasure of our human soul” (Henry Alford Poems)
The inward pleasure of our human soul Oweth no homage to the tyrant Will: Whether the roving spirit take its fill Of strange ...
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 ...