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 XVI. Recollection Of Wordsworth’s
Here are the brows of Quantock, purple--clad With lavish heath--bloom: there, the banks of Tone. Where is that woman, love--forlorn and sad,
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,
A Hymn For Family Worship
Saviour of them that trust in Thee, Once more, with supplicating cries, We lift the heart and bend the knee, And bid Devotion's incense rise.
An Easter Ode.
The calm of blessed Night Is on Judaea's hills; The full--orbed moon with cloudless light Is sparkling on their rills:
Filioae Dulcissimae. An Easter Offering
Say wilt thou think of me when I'm away, Borne from the threshold and laid in the clay, Past and forgotten for many a day?
Sonnet XXXIX. To The Wood-Pigeon. Writte...
Tell me, thou mild and melancholy bird, Whence learnedst thou that meditative voice? For all the forest--passages rejoice,
Christmas Eve 1836
The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth Is laid in her first sleep, secure and calm; The glorious works of God, as at the first,
Hymn To The Sea
Who shall declare the secret of thy birth, Thou old companion of the circling earth? And having reached with keen poetic sight
On The Aged Oak At Oakley, Somerset.
I was a young fair tree: Each spring with quivering green My boughs were clad; and far Down the deep vale, a light
Sonnet V. My own dear country, thy remem...
My own dear country, thy remembrance comes Like softly--flowing music on my heart; With thy green sunny hills, and happy homes,
A Letter To America
This to Hale in the West, from the Dean beneath his Cathedral. Greeting and health, and many New--year and Christmas blessings;
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:
The night that is now past hath been to me A time of wakeful, sleepful fancies: oft Have I been whirled aloft and rapt away
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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.