Henry Alford's Poetry, by first line

• The Bride

  Rise,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.'
  She heard the call and rose with willing feet;

  14 lines
• Homer

  Ilion, along whose streets in olden days
  Shone that divinest form, for whose sweet face

  14 lines
• To the River Wye

  If, gentle stream, by promised sacrifice
  Of kid or yearling, or by scattered flowers

  15 lines
• Epimenides

  He went into the woods a laughing boy;
  Each flower was in his heart; the happy bird

  15 lines
• Winter

  Had I the wondrous magic to invest
  Ideal forms in colour, I would paint

  14 lines
• Sonnet XCVIII. ""There is one baptism:" thus wrote holy Paul—"

  "There is one baptism:'' thus wrote holy Paul--
    Behold its only trace, yon ancient stone

  15 lines
• Midnight Thoughts

  'Tis just the moment when time hangs in doubt
    Between the parting and the coming day:

  22 lines
• Written In An Artificial Pleasure-Ground

  'Tis pretty, doubtless: water, grass, and trees,
    The man who hath a heart must always please:

  20 lines
• 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

  14 lines
• Fragment Of A Proposed Drama 1832. Alcibiades Loquitur.

  --Like a great river, toward the rising sun
    Broad Hellespont is flowing: far beyond,

  22 lines
• Henry Martyn At Shiraz

  A vision of the bright Shiraz, of Persian bards the theme:
    The vine with bunches laden hangs o'er the crystal stream;

  39 lines
• Sonnet XCI. Passion-week 1845

  Again the solemn season--and again
    That bleeding Brow, those wounded Hands and Feet--

  15 lines
• A Crimean Thought.

  Again those heavy tidings. On the breeze
    Laden with death, they come. A thousand more

  35 lines
• Sonnet LXIV. Written At Ghent.

  Alas for England, if her native hearts
    Were only to be won by stately towers,

  14 lines
• De Profundis.

  All day long the tear is swelling,
    Drops, and then anew is swelling,

  67 lines
• Sonnet XXIX. "All things are dying round us; days and hours"

  All things are dying round us; days and hours,
    A multitudinous troop are passing on;

  14 lines
• Two fragments

  As one who, placed in dreaded pulpit high
  In Westminster or Paul's, ere sermon time

  9 lines
• Sonnet XXXVIII. Epiphany

  As some great actor, when the rhythmic strain
    Of music, and the step of even dance,

  14 lines
• Sonnet LVII. Summit Of Skiddaw, July 7, 1838.

  At length here stand we, wrapt as in the cloud
    In which light dwelt before the sun was born,

  14 lines
• Sonnet LXXIV. Autumn, Whose Fruits Endure, Though Death Is On It.

  Autumn should be a youth wasted and wan,
    A flush upon his cheek, and in his eye

  14 lines
• Sonnet LXV. Antwep Cathedral.

  Be it not mine in these high aisles to tread
    Lightly, with scornful or with pitying gaze,

  14 lines
• Lines Written October 23, 1836, A Few Hours After The Birth Of My First Child.

  Beautiful babe, I gaze upon thy face
    That bears no trace of earth: thy silk--soft cheek

  51 lines
• Sonnet XXXIII. "Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:--"

  Before the day the gleaming dawn doth flee:--
    All yesternight I had a dreary dream:

  14 lines
• Written In A Copy Of "The Revolt Of Islam."

  Beloved, to whose wedded hand I trust
    This treasure of sweet song, it is but meet

  33 lines
• Sonnet XXII. The Dying Bed

  Blest be the taper which hath power to shed
    Light on the features of that angel--face;

  14 lines
• Sonnets CII., CIII. Nottingham Mechanic’s Exhibition, 1840

  Bright glowed the canvas, or with chastened light
    Of the wan moon was tinted; features mild

  29 lines
• The Dirge Of The Passing Year.

  Bring flowers--but not the gay,
    The tender, nor the sweet;

  65 lines
• Sonnet III. "But deck the board;--for hither comes a band"

  But deck the board;--for hither comes a band
    Of pure young spirits, fresh arrayed in white,

  14 lines
• Sonnet LXII. Of Ostende, June 11, 1837.

  But now the level sea--horizon spanned
    With its unbroken line the azure round:

  14 lines
• Psalm CXXXVII.

  By Babylon streams we sat us down and wept,
    When we remembered Zion mournfully;

  24 lines

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