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 ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom ...
SENSIBILITY, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou alas! hast known too well! Fairest ...
ALL villain as I am-a damn?d wretch, A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain, Still my heart melts at human wretchedness; And ...
AND, O beloved voices, upon which Ours passionately call because erelong Ye brake off in the middle of that song ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
Thou comest! all is said without a word. I sit beneath thy looks, as children do In the noon-sun, with ...
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
One wants a teller in a time like this One's not a man, one's not a woman grown To bear ...
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