Henry Alford

(1810-1871 / England)

Henry Alford Poems

81. Sonnet Lxxxi. The Two Lots. 4/19/2010
82. Sonnet Lxxxii. The Heart Of Man Is Everywhere The Same 4/19/2010
83. Sonnet Lxxxiii. To A Friend Concerned In Education. 4/19/2010
84. Sonnet Lxxxiv. 4/19/2010
85. Sonnet Lxxxv. On My Stone Inkstand. 4/19/2010
86. Sonnet Lxxxvi. Januarry 19, 1839 4/19/2010
87. Sonnet Lxxxvii. We Want But Little: In The Morning--Tide 4/19/2010
88. Sonnet Lxxxviii. The Inward Pleasure Of Our Human Soul 4/19/2010
89. Fragment Of A Proposed Drama 1832. Alcibiades Loquitur. 4/19/2010
90. Fragments From Alcaeus 4/19/2010
91. Fragments From Sappho 4/19/2010
92. Fragments Of A Long-Pondered Poem. 4/19/2010
93. Henry Martyn At Shiraz 4/19/2010
94. Homer 4/19/2010
95. How We Buried Him. A Tribute To The Memory Of The Late Canon Chesshyre, St. Martin’s, Canterbury. 4/19/2010
96. Hymn For A Missal. 4/19/2010
97. Hymn For All Saints Day In The Morning 4/19/2010
98. Lady Mary 4/19/2010
99. Last Words. 4/19/2010
100. Life’s Answer 4/19/2010
101. Life’s Question 4/19/2010
102. Lines Written October 23, 1836, A Few Hours After The Birth Of My First Child. 4/19/2010
103. Midnight Thoughts 4/19/2010
104. November, 1847. 4/19/2010
105. On A Cyclamen 4/19/2010
106. On Seeing The Following Epitaph At Selworthy, West Somerset 4/19/2010
107. Sonnet Xcii. That Day Was The Preparation, And The Sabbath Drew On. 4/19/2010
108. Sonnet Xciii. 4/19/2010
109. Sonnet Xciv. Have Pity, Holy One, On Those Who Stray: 4/19/2010
110. Sonnet Xcix. Day By Day We Magnify Thee. 4/19/2010
111. Sonnet Xcv. 4/19/2010
112. Sonnet Xcvi. Ascension Day, 1845 4/19/2010
113. Sonnet Xcvii. The Church In The Park. 4/19/2010
114. Sonnet Xcviii. There Is One Baptism 4/19/2010
115. Sonnet Xi. To The Same. 4/19/2010
116. Sonnet Xii. To William Jackson Of Exeter. 4/19/2010
117. Sonnet Xiii. The Mendip Hills Over Wells. 4/19/2010
118. Sonnet Xiv. Glastonbury. 4/19/2010
119. Sonnet Xix. Linn—cleeve, Linton, Devon. 4/19/2010
120. Sonnet Xl. Easter-Eve, 1833. 4/19/2010

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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.

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The Bride

'RISE,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.'
She heard the call and rose with willing feet;
   But thinking it not otherwise than meet
For such a bidding to put on her best,
She is gone from us for a few short hours
   Into her bridal closet, there to wait
   For the unfolding of the palace gate
That gives her entrance to the blissful bowers.
We have not seen her yet, though we have been

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