Henry Alford Poems

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51.
Sonnet Xliii. The Malvern Hills, March 12, 1835.

Erewhile I saw ye faintly through far haze,
Spread many miles above the fields of sea;
Now ye rise glorious, and my steps are free
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Herbert and Crashaw, and that other name
Now dear as those, of him beneath whose eye
Arose ``the second Temple's'' honoured frame,
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53.
Sonnet Xlix.

Long have we toiled, and passed from day to day
Our stated round of duties till the mind
Reaches for change, and longs fresh paths to find
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54.
Sonnet Xlv. When I Behold Thee, Only Living One

When I behold thee, only living one
In whom God's image pure and clear I see,
Far beyond all in humble sanctity,
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55.
Sonnet Xlvi. Each Morn The Same Sun Rises On Our Day,

Measuring with every year his usual round;
The merry bells that for our birthdays sound,
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There is a bright space in yon rolling cloud
Betokening the presence of the moon;--
Into the pure sky she will travel soon,
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57.
Sonnet Xlviii. Sleep, Gentle Love! And Let The Soothing Dew

Sleep, gentle love! and let the soothing dew
Of deepest quiet cover every sense;
Calm visions rise before thine inward view,
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58.
Sonnet Xxxv. Twere Better Far From Noon To Eventide

'Twere better far from noon to eventide
To sit and feel sad care, and fence the while
The patient spirit for unwonted toil,
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59.
Sonnet Xxxvi. The Gipsy Girl.

Passing I saw her as she stood beside
A lonely stream between two barren wolds;
Her loose vest hung in rudely--gathered folds
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60.
Sonnet Xxxvii. To Winter. Written At Ampton, Suffolk.

Welcome, stern Winter, though thy brows are bound
With no fresh flowers, and ditties none thou hast
But the wild music of the sweeping blast;
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