The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Fourth. (Henry Alford Poems)
Rememberest thou that solemn eventide When last we parted? we had wandered forth Down that steep hill--path to the level moor; It was ...
Rememberest thou that solemn eventide When last we parted? we had wandered forth Down that steep hill--path to the level moor; It was ...
I. This tranquil Sabbath morn hath hushed the earth Into unwonted calm. The clear pale hills Lie beneath level lines of sunny clouds, Walling ...
This to Hale in the West, from the Dean beneath his Cathedral.Greeting and health, and many New--year and Christmas blessings;Also, ...
He was a blessed father; and he taught Us, his four children (for in that my day There were no schools as ...
My blessed child! Last Sunday morn, That Feast of all the year, We held thee in our wearied arms, Distraught with hope and ...
We stood upon the tomb of him whose praise Time, nor oblivious thrift, nor envy chill, Nor war, nor ocean with her ...
One, and another--pass they, and are gone, Our early friends. Like minute--bells of heaven, Across our path in fitful wailings driven, Hear we ...
All things are dying round us; days and hours, A multitudinous troop are passing on; Winter is fled, and spring hath shed ...
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