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The poetical works of Henry Alford

Fifth edition, containing many pieces now first collected
Alford, Henry (1810-1871)

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THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART.
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POEMS.
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PIECES IN BLANK VERSE AND HEROIC MEASURE.
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SONNETS.
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
 III. 
III.
 IV. 
IV.
 V. 
V.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX. TO THE AUTHOR OF THE “RECTORY OF VALEHEAD.”
 X. 
X. TO MARY.
 XI. 
XI. TO THE SAME.
 XII. 
XII. TO WILLIAM JACKSON OF EXETER.
 XIII. 
XIII. THE MENDIP HILLS OVER WELLS.
 XIV. 
XIV. GLASTONBURY.
 XV. 
XV. SUNSET AT BURTON PYNSENT, SOMERSET.
 XVI. 
XVI. RECOLLECTION OF WORDSWORTH'S “RUTH.”
 XVII. 
XVII. AN EVENING IN AUTUMN, NEAR NETHER STOWEY, SOMERSET.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. CULBONE, OR KINTORE, SOMERSET.
 XIX. 
XIX. LINN-CLEEVE, LINTON, DEVON.
 XX. 
XX. WATERS-MEET, LINN, DEVON.
 XXI. 
XXI. SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF EDWARD SPEDDING, WHO DIED SEPTEMBER 3, 1832.
 XXII. 
XXII. THE DYING BED.
 XXIII. 
XXIII. THE DEATH-CHAMBER.
 XXIV. 
XXIV. THE SAME.
 XXV. 
XXV. THE FUNERAL.
 XXVI. 
XXVI.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. HEU QUANTO MINUS EST CUM RELIQUIS VERSARI, QUAM TUI MEMINISSE!
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
XXIX.
 XXX. 
XXX. ON SEEING OUR FAMILY-VAULT.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. ON THE SAME OCCASION.
 XXXII. 
XXXII. ON HEARING THAT IT IS SUPPOSED, FROM ASTRONOMICAL CONSIDERATIONS, THE WORLD IS YET IN ITS INFANCY.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV. SUGGESTED BY THE OPENING OF THE ŒDIPUS COLONEUS OF SOPHOCLES.
 XXXV. 
XXXV.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI. THE GIPSY GIRL.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. TO WINTER. WRITTEN AT AMPTON, SUFFOLK.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. EPIPHANY, 1833.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. TO THE WOOD-PIGEON. WRITTEN IN PASSION-WEEK, 1833.
 XL. 
XL. EASTER-EVE, 1833.
 XLI. 
XLI. IN LAUDEM S. EULALIÆ V. ET M
 XLII. 
XLII.
 XLIII. 
XLIII. THE MALVERN HILLS, MARCH 12, 1835.
 XLIV. 
XLIV. WRITTEN IN AN INTERVAL OF MELANCHOLY FOREBODING RESPECTING THE CHURCH.
 XLV. 
XLV.
 XLVI. 
XLVI.
 XLVII. 
XLVII.
 XLVIII. 
XLVIII.
 XLIX. 
XLIX.
 L. 
L. TO THE RIVER WYE
 LI. 
LI.
 LII. 
LII. TO THE YELLOW CISTUS.
 LIII. 
LIII. HADDON HALL, DERBYSHIRE, (JULY 1836.)
 LIV. 
LIV. STRATFORD-UPON-AVON, (JANUARY 1837.)
 LV. 
LV. ST ROBERT'S CAVE, KNARESBOROUGH, (1838.)
 LVI. 
LVI. WRITTEN AT YORK ON THE DAY OF THE CORONATION OF QUEEN VIOTORIA, JUNE 28, 1838.
 LVII. 
LVII. SUMMIT OF SKIDDAW, JULY 7, 1838.
 LVIII. 
LVIII. DESCENT OF THE SAME.
 LIX. 
LIX. WRITTEN AT AMPTON, SUFFOLK, JANUARY 1838.
 LX. 
LX. WYMESWOLD, APRIL 1837.
 LXI. 
LXI. THE SAME.
 LXII. 
LXII. OF OSTENDE, JUNE 11, 1837.
 LXIII. 
LXIII. BRUGES.
 LXIV. 
LXIV. WRITTEN AT GHENT.
 LXV. 
LXV. ANTWERP CATHEDRAL.
 LXVI. 
LXVI. BRUSSELS.
 LXVII. 
LXVII. WATERLOO.
 LXVIII. 
LXVIII. WRITTEN AT FRANKFORT.
 LXIX. 
LXIX. TO ALICE IN ENGLAND. ALSO WRITTEN AT FRANKFORT.
 LXX. 
LXX. MILAN CATHEDRAL.
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Pictorial Emblems for the Seasons.
 LXXV. 
LXXV. EPIMENIDES
 LXXVI. 
LXXVI. ARION.
 LXXVII. 
LXXVII.
 LXXVIII. 
LXXVIII.
 LXXIX. 
LXXIX. TO CHARLES MERIVALE
 LXXX. 
LXXX. MY ANCESTORS.
 LXXXI. 
LXXXI. THE TWO LOTS.
 LXXXII. 
LXXXII.
 LXXXIII. 
LXXXIII. TO A FRIEND CONCERNED IN EDUCATION.
 LXXXIV. 
LXXXIV.
 LXXXV. 
LXXXV. ON MY STONE INKSTAND.
 LXXXVI. 
LXXXVI. JANUARY 19, 1839.
 LXXXVII. 
LXXXVII.
 LXXXVIII. 
LXXXVIII.
 LXXXIX. 
LXXXIX.
 XC. 
XC.
 XCI. 
XCI. PASSION-WEEK, 1845.
 XCII. 
XCII. THAT DAY WAS THE PREPARATION, AND THE SABBATH DREW ON.
 XCIII. 
XCIII.
 XCIV. 
XCIV.
 XCV. 
XCV.
 XCVI. 
XCVI. ASCENSION DAY, 1845.
 XCVII. 
XCVII. THE CHURCH IN THE PARK.
 XCVIII. 
XCVIII.
 XCIX. 
XCIX. DAY BY DAY WE MAGNIFY THEE.
 C. 
C.
 CI. 
CI. OUR EARLY FRIENDS. (1849.)
 CII, CIII. 
CII., CIII. NOTTINGHAM MECHANICS' EXHIBITION, 1840.
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LYRICAL PIECES.
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POEMS NOW FIRST COLLECTED.

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LXXXVI. JANUARY 19, 1839.

My fairy girl, amidst her mirthful play,
Suddenly kneeling, clasps her hands in one,
And prays the words she has been taught to pray
Morning and evening; when her prayer is done,
In calm, as though some Mighty One was near,
Who soothed her, but not awed, away she springs,
And runs to me with laughter silver-clear,
Till all our home with her full joyance rings.
Nor am I one who, with displeasure cold,
Such sport would chide; our heavenly Father's face
Each night and day her angel doth behold:
Her soul is filled with his baptismal grace;
Happy, if through her years and cares untold,
Such pure communion could her spirit hold.
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