Biography of Henry Alford
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 well-known manual of idiom, A Plea for the Queen's English (1863), and was the first editor of the Contemporary Review (1866–1870).
His chief fame rests on his monumental edition of the New Testament in Greek (4 vols.), which occupied him from 1841 to 1861. In this work he first produced a careful collation of the readings of the chief manuscripts and the researches of the ripest continental scholarship of his day. Philological rather than theological in character, it marked an epochal change from the old homiletic commentary, and though more recent research, patristic and papyral, has largely changed the method of New Testament exegesis, Alford's work is still a quarry where the student can dig with a good deal of profit.
His Life, written by his widow, appeared in 1873 (Rivington).
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
Evermore the night wave beateth on
Evermore the night wave beateth on, Heavily dashing up the pebbled shore; Evermore the silent stars look on;--
Sonnet LXXX. My Ancestors.
Unknown it is to me, who handed down From sire to son mine humble family; Whether they dwelt in low obscurity,
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
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,
Bearer of hope and comfort, charged with strength
For the great conflict, scattered on the rocks
Of that inhospitable sea. And those
Who lit our homes with joy, whose manly forms
Big with their manlier souls, we saw depart,
Whose names were borne with all our prayers to heaven,