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 War & Peace (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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
De Profundis. (Henry Alford Poems)
All day long the tear is swelling, Drops, and then anew is swelling, Constant, in its crystal dwelling. All day long, each other ...
Henry Martyn At Shiraz (Henry Alford Poems)
A vision of the bright Shiraz, of Persian bards the theme: The vine with bunches laden hangs o'er the crystal stream; The ...
Ballad. (Henry Alford Poems)
Rise, sons of merry England, from mountain and from plain; Let each light up his spirit, let none unmoved remain; The morning ...
Hymn For All Saints Day In The Morning (Henry Alford Poems)
Stand up before your GodYou army bold and bright,Saints martyrs and confessorsIn your robes of white;The Church below doth challenge ...
Wednesday In Easter Week, 1844 (Henry Alford Poems)
The lovely form of God's own Church It riseth in all lands, On mountain sides, in wooded vales, And by the desert sands. There ...
Psalm XXIV (Henry Alford Poems)
CHORUS OF ANGELS. The Earth is God's; the fullness tooOf all that therein is;Upon the floods he founded it,And built it ...
To A Mountain Stream. (Henry Alford Poems)
I named thee once ``the silver thread,'' When, in the burning summer day, I stept across thy stony bed Upon my homeward way. For ...
Hymn For A Missal. (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou that art the Father's Word,Thou that art the Lamb of God,Thou that art the Virgin's Son,Thou that savest souls ...
To The Stream In Worthy Dell, Near Porlock (Henry Alford Poems)
I named thee once the silver thread,When in the burning summer dayI stept across thy stony bedUpon my homeward way.For ...
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 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 LIII. Haddon Hall, Derbyshire. (Henry Alford Poems)
Not fond displays of cost, nor pampered train Of idle menials, me so much delight, Nor mirrored halls, nor roofs with gilding ...
Sonnet LXVI. Brussels (Henry Alford Poems)
The peaceful moon sheds downward from the sky Upon the sleeping city her soft light; Lines of storm--laden vapour heavily From the low ...
“Father, wake–the storm is loud” (Henry Alford Poems)
``Father, wake--the storm is loud, The rain is falling fast: Let me go to my mother's grave, And screen it from the blast: She ...
Under A Portrait Of Nelson (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou falledst--but thou art not fled--Thy spirit is but scattered,And of thy mighty soul a partLiveth in each true British ...