The Scholar-Gyps (Matthew Arnold Poems)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock ...
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned, Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring; And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd, A ...
(Written in her sixteenth year)BRIGHTLY o'er spire, and dome, and tower,The pale moon shone at midnight hour,While all beneath her ...
the spiritual, Platonic old England .S. T. COLERIDGE, Anima Poetae'Your situation', said Coningsby, looking up the green and silent valley, ...
It doesn't look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glassIt doesn't look like something to eat ...
DOWN harvest headlands the fairy host Of the poppy banners have flashed and fled, The lilies have faded like ghost ...
It doesn't look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glassIt doesn't look like something to eat ...
All slumb'rous images that be, combined,To this white couch and cool shall woo thee, Sleep!First will I think on fields ...
I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
When I look out on London's teeming streets,On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies,My courage fails me, and my ...
I LOVE to lie In the dreamy heat of an autumn day, Where the painted insects idly play, Floating about ...
Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills, And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone, And white bells of convolvulus ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
up the ladder and round the bend age spirals like a convolvulus its bells break into the light catching breath ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
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