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Henry Alford (Генри Элфорд)


Ilion, along whose streets in olden days
Shone that divinest form, for whose sweet face
A monarch sire, with all his kingly race,
Were too content to let their temples blaze—
Where art thou now?—no massive columns raise
Their serried shafts to heaven; we may not trace
Xanthus and Simois, nor each storied place
Round which poetic memory fondly plays.

But in the verse of the old man divine
Thy windy towers are built eternally;
Nor sha]l the ages, as they ruin by,
Print on thy bulwarks one decaying sign;
So true is beauty clothed in endless rhyme,
So false the sensual monuments of time.

Henry Alford's other poems:
  1. On the Aged Oak at Oakley, Somerset
  2. I Had the Sweetest Dream but Yesternight
  3. A Remembrance
  4. Haddon Hall, Derbyshire, July, 1836
  5. Rydal Mount, June, 1838

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Andrew Lang (Эндрю Лэнг) Homer ("Homer, thy song men liken to the sea")

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