Homer (Henry Alford Poems)
Ilion, along whose streets in olden daysShone that divinest form, for whose sweet faceA monarch sire, with all his kingly ...
Ilion, along whose streets in olden daysShone that divinest form, for whose sweet faceA monarch sire, with all his kingly ...
The cowslip standeth in the grass, The primrose in the budding grove Hath laid her pale fair breast On the green sward to ...
Had I the wondrous magic to investIdeal forms in colour, I would paintThee, winter, first, by an ideal saintDeep in ...
My own dear country--thy remembrance comesLike softly--flowing music on my heart;With thy green sunny hills, and happy homes,And cots rose--bowered, ...
I sought for Novelty--in vainI searched the stores of Nature through:But now the object wished I gain--Thy mercies, Lord, are ...
Lady, I may not but indite to theeOne grateful tribute of my verse, to tellHow sweetly fared my spirit and ...
Oh! when shall this frail tenement of clayBe emptied by Death's peremptory call,And its celestial guest be fetched away,From mortal ...
We cannot weep, nor feel as we have feltFor aught in sorrow: thou art all too calmAnd solemn--silent on thy ...
My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;My ear is tired waiting for your call.I want your strength to help, ...
I. The air--god raineth: through the skyThe air--god raineth: through the skyComes down the tempest mightily;The streams are thick with solid ...
As one who, placed in dreaded pulpit highIn Westminster or Paul's, ere sermon timeScanning the crowd, beholds right oppositeGrim face ...
Thou falledst--but thou art not fled--Thy spirit is but scattered,And of thy mighty soul a partLiveth in each true British ...
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