Henry Alford (October 7, 1810 – January 12, 1871) was an English churchman, theologian, textual critic, scholar, poet, hymnodist, and writer.
Alford was a talented artist, as his picture-book, The Riviera (1870), shows, and he had abundant musical and mechanical talent. Besides editing the works of John Donne, he published several volumes of his own verse, The School of the Heart (1835), The Abbot of Muchelnaye (1841), The Greek Testament. The Four Gospels (1849), and a number of hymns, the best-known of which are "Forward! be our watchword," "Come, ye thankful people, come," and "Ten thousand times ten thousand." He translated the Odyssey, wrote a ... more »
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Henry Alford Poems
You And I
My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear is tired waiting for your call. I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer;
Sonnet XXXIV. Suggested By The Opening O...
Colonos, can it be that thou hast still Thy laurel and thine olive and thy vine?
The Land’s End
This world of wonders, where our lot is cast, Hath far more ends than one. A man may stand On the bluff rocks that stretch from Sennen Church,
Sonnet LVII. Summit Of Skiddaw, July 7, ...
At length here stand we, wrapt as in the cloud In which light dwelt before the sun was born, When the great fiat issued, in the morn
Sonnet XXX. On Seeing Our Family--Vault.
This lodging is well chosen: for 'tis near The fitful sighing of those chestnut--trees; And every Sabbath morning it can hear
The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Sixt...
Erewhile of Death and human suffering Spoke we, and lingered, as in some dark wood The pilgrim lingers ere he dare approach
A Crimean Thought.
Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze Laden with death, they come. A thousand more Stiff on the sod of Tauris: yon fair fleet,
A Greeting To Spring
Hail to the woods once more! Hail blessed burst of the spring tide! Float over fathomless blue the fair white clouds on the zenith:
A Winter Morning Scene.
Far on the sloping casement from the East Looks through the frosted haze the purple sun, As with a heavenly presence filling all
Would it were mine amidst the changes Through which our varied lifetime ranges, To live on Providence's bounty
February 3, 1830
The Morning arose, She was pillow'd on snows, And kerchief'd in wind and storm; And she dallied with Night
Sonnet LXVI. Brussels
The peaceful moon sheds downward from the sky Upon the sleeping city her soft light; Lines of storm--laden vapour heavily
Sonnet XXVII. Heu Quanto Minus Est Cum ...
The sweetest flower that ever saw the light, The smoothest stream that ever wandered by, The fairest star upon the brow of night,
The Ballad Of Glastonbury
The hills have on their royal robes Of purple and of gold, And over their tops the autumn clouds In heaps are onward rolled;
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You And I
My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;
My ear is tired waiting for your call.
I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer;
Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all.
I droop without your full, frank sympathy;
We ought to be together - you and I;
We want each other so, to comprehend
The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought.
Companion, comforter and guide and friend,
As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought.
Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly,
We ought to be together, you and I.