Thyrsis: A Monody (Matthew Arnold Poems)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its ...
WELCOME , sweet time of buds and bloom, renewingThe earliest objects of delight, and wooingThe notice of the grateful heart! ...
April deliciousYoung, sunny maiden,Arch, gusty, capricious,With fresh flowers laden,After dead winter longThrill us with sweet bird-song,After dry March's drought,Blow from ...
Ask not the Cause why all the tuneful Swains, Who us'd to fill the Vales with tender Strains, In deep ...
oWritten at the close of Spring. THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, Each simple flower, which she ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
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