Henry Alford's Poetry, by popularity

• Sonnet XXXIX. To The Wood-Pigeon. Written In Passion-Week, 1833.

  Tell me, thou mild and melancholy bird,
    Whence learnedst thou that meditative voice?

  15 lines
• Sonnet XLII. "Saviour and Lord beloved, what homage new"

  Saviour and Lord beloved, what homage new
    Shall thy Church give thee in these latter days,

  14 lines
• Written In Aid Of The Leicester Lunatic Asylum.

  Light ye the torch,--
    The torch that hath expired;

  35 lines
• First Sunday After Easter, 1844. Sacred To The Memory Of Clement Henry Oke Alford.

  My blessed child! Last Sunday morn,
    That Feast of all the year,

  49 lines
• Sonnet XXX. On Seeing Our Family--Vault.

  This lodging is well chosen: for 'tis near
    The fitful sighing of those chestnut--trees;

  14 lines
• Sonnet LIV. Stratford-Upon-Avon

  We stood upon the tomb of him whose praise
    Time, nor oblivious thrift, nor envy chill,

  14 lines
• Inscription For A Block Of Granite On The Surface Of The Mer De Glace.

  See me, by elemental warfare torn
    From yonder peak's aerial crest,

  39 lines
• Sonnet LXXVI. Arion.

  Not song, nor beauty, nor the wondrous power
    Of the clear sky, nor stream, nor mountain glen,

  14 lines
• Sonnet XCII. That Day Was The Preparation, And The Sabbath Drew On.

  Rise and depart, thou highly--favoured one,
    From the sad cross, by thine adopted led:

  15 lines
• Wednesday In Easter Week, 1844

  The lovely form of God's own Church
    It riseth in all lands,

  39 lines
• Written Under A Water-Colour Sketch Of Belidden Cove, Cornwall, Taken From A Ledge Of Rock In Penolver Head, July 1860

  Here, midway perched between the sea and sky,
  Hung I in air. Still was the noon around,

  26 lines
• The Land’s End

  This world of wonders, where our lot is cast,
  Hath far more ends than one. A man may stand

  18 lines
• The Passion Of St. Agnes

  Near the town of Romulus,
    Faithful Maid and Martyr blest,

  117 lines
• Sonnet XII. To William Jackson of Exeter.

  Jackson, than whom none better skilled to lead
    The willing spirit captive with sweet lays,

  14 lines
• Sonnet XIX. Linn—Cleeve, Linton, Devon.

  This onward--deepening gloom,--this hanging path
    Over the Linn that soundeth mightily,

  14 lines
• Sonnet XX. Waters—Meet, Linn, Devon

  Even thus, methinks, in some Ionian isle,
    Yielding his soul to unrecorded joy,

  14 lines
• 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

  14 lines
• 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,

  14 lines
• Sonnet LXVIIIWritten At Frankfort.

  No voice is heard along the city--street
    Of men, nor tramp of horse; but the night long

  14 lines
• Sonnet C. "In dreamy days of boyhood and of youth"

  In dreamy days of boyhood and of youth
    Sweet Poesy whispered often in mine ear;

  15 lines
• To--Morrow.

  To--morrow--'tis an idle sound,
    Tell me of no such dreary thing;

  19 lines
• Sonnet V. "My own dear country, thy remembrance comes"

  My own dear country, thy remembrance comes
    Like softly--flowing music on my heart;

  14 lines
• Sonnet LI. "Close is the nook; the valley--pathway steep"

  Close is the nook; the valley--pathway steep
    Above the river climbs; and down the bank,

  14 lines
• Sonnet LXIII. Bruges.

  Wouldst thou behold, not the ensnaring blaze
    Of earthly grandeur in its envious noon,

  14 lines
• Sonnet LXXXIII. To A Friend Concerned In Education.

  Force not to over--growth the subject mind:
    Heaven's the power that spread the native soil;

  14 lines
• To Alice, Mary, Ambrose, And Clement.

  Children of your Father's love,
    Children of your God above,

  45 lines
• Ballad." The Baron is back from his hawking come"

  The Baron is back from his hawking come,
  At the close of the summer's day:

  47 lines
• Rydal Mount

  This day without its record may not pass,
    In which I first have seen the lowly roof

  14 lines
• November, 1847.

  Oh for one word of that Almighty voice,
    Whose tone, though gentle, pierced the ear of death--

  18 lines
• Sonnet X. To Mary

  On thy young brow, my sister, twenty years
    Have shed their sunshine; and this April morn

  14 lines

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