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 ...
Henry Alford Poems on Winter (13 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lady Mary (Henry Alford Poems)
Thou wert fair, Lady Mary, As the lily in the sun: And fairer yet thou mightest be, Thy youth was but begun: Thine eye ...
Life’s Question (Henry Alford Poems)
Drifting awayLike mote on the stream,To--day's disappointmentYesterday's dream;Ever resolving--Never to mend:Such is our progress:Where is the end?Whirling awayLike leaf in ...
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 XXXVII. To Winter. Written At Ampton, Suffolk. (Henry Alford Poems)
Welcome, stern Winter, though thy brows are bound With no fresh flowers, and ditties none thou hast But the wild music of ...
Sonnet LIX. Written At Ampton, Suffolk, January 1838. (Henry Alford Poems)
Once more I stray among this wilderness Of ancient trees, and through the rustling fern, Golden and sere, brush forward; at each ...
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 ...
Winter (Henry Alford Poems)
Had I the wondrous magic to investIdeal forms in colour, I would paintThee, winter, first, by an ideal saintDeep in ...
Fragments From Alcaeus (Henry Alford Poems)
I. The air--god raineth: through the skyThe air--god raineth: through the skyComes down the tempest mightily;The streams are thick with solid ...