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 Time (25 Poems)
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, ...
A Dream (Henry Alford Poems)
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft ...
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 ...
A Villiage Tale. Related Almost In The Words Of The Narrator. (Henry Alford Poems)
He was a blessed father; and he taught Us, his four children (for in that my day There were no schools as ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Filioae Dulcissimae. An Easter Offering (Henry Alford Poems)
Say wilt thou think of me when I'm away,Borne from the threshold and laid in the clay,Past and forgotten for ...
The Dirge Of The Passing Year. (Henry Alford Poems)
Bring flowers--but not the gay, The tender, nor the sweet; But such as winter's chill winds lay Faded and dank across the spray, Or ...
Christmas Eve 1836 (Henry Alford Poems)
The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth Is laid in her first sleep, secure and calm; The glorious works of ...
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 ...
August 19, 1830 (Henry Alford Poems)
I go to the region of dreams, Where a veil is drawn o'er the bright day--beams, And a soft and shadowy mist ...
The Salzburg Chimes. (Henry Alford Poems)
Sweetly float o'er town and tower Strains that mark the dawning hour; Soothing, as it glides along, Yon fair stream with tinkling song; Over ...
A Truant Hour. (Henry Alford Poems)
The golden stars keep watch aloft; Unmarked the moments glide along, Save that around me scatters oft Yon nightingale his pearls of song:-- The ...
The Land’s End (Henry Alford Poems)
This world of wonders, where our lot is cast,Hath far more ends than one. A man may standOn the bluff ...
“Evermore the night wave beateth on” (Henry Alford Poems)
Evermore the night wave beateth on,Heavily dashing up the pebbled shore;Evermore the silent stars look on;--Evermore the spent wave draweth ...
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 XXXI. On The Same Occasion. (Henry Alford Poems)
Could I for once be so in love with gloom As to leave off with cold mortality,-- To finish with the deep ...
Sonnet LIV. Stratford-Upon-Avon (Henry Alford Poems)
We stood upon the tomb of him whose praise Time, nor oblivious thrift, nor envy chill, Nor war, nor ocean with her ...
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 XXV. The Funeral. (Henry Alford Poems)
Slowly and softly let the music go, As ye wind upwards to the gray church--tower; Check the shrill hautboy, let the pipe ...
Sonnet XXIX. “All things are dying round us; days and hours” (Henry Alford Poems)
All things are dying round us; days and hours, A multitudinous troop are passing on; Winter is fled, and spring hath shed ...
Homer (Henry Alford Poems)
Ilion, along whose streets in olden daysShone that divinest form, for whose sweet faceA monarch sire, with all his kingly ...