Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
I loved you- even now I may confess Some embers of my love their fire retain But do not let ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
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