Henry Alford Poems
- Sonnet Lxxxix. Dost thou complain that, in thy weary ...
- You And I My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear ...
- Sonnet Xci. Passion-Week 1845 Again the solemn season--and ...
- Sonnet Xvi. Recollection Of Wo...
- The Bride 'RISE,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.' ...
- Sonnet Xxvii. Heu Quanto Minus...
- Sonnet Xxxix. To The Wood-Pige...
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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Dost thou complain that, in thy weary toil,
Day after day takes from thee something dear;
So that less welcome through the circling year
Come the new seasons;--Spring, with waking smile;
And full uncinctured Summer; and the guile
Of Autumn, lavishing, but stealing more;
And that close Winter brings thee not the store
Of sweet poetic labour, as erewhile?--
Be it thy care unfailing talk to hold
With Nature's children; be thou up at morn
Ere the the first warbler sinks into the corn;
Stand and watch evening spread her tent with gold:
Thence draw thy treasures, ...