Rugby Chapel (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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 ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
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 ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
It's the hand we clasp with an honest grasp That gives a hearty thrill; It's the good we pour into ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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