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 ...
MENALCASWhy, Mopsus, being both together met,You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,I to sing ditties, do we not sit ...
MENALCAS, MOPSUSMenalcas.Why, Mopsus, being both together met,You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,I to sing ditties, do we not ...
Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And Corydon the ...
MELIBOEUS, CORYDON, THYRSISDaphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And ...
The shepherd Corydon with love was firedFor fair Alexis, his own master's joy:No room for hope had he, yet, none ...
ALEXISThe shepherd Corydon with love was firedFor fair Alexis, his own master's joy:No room for hope had he, yet, none ...
Thir.Say, tell me true, what is the doleful causeThat Corydon is not the man he was?Your cheerful presence used to ...
Aeolian. Gratis. Great thunderer, half-ton infant of miraclesTorn free of charge from the universe by my mother's will.You must have ...
My banks they are furnish'd with bees,Whose murmur invites one to sleep;My grottos are shaded with trees,And my hills are ...
JANUARY 25, 1859His birthday.--Nay, we need not speakThe name each heart is beating,--Each glistening eye and flushing cheekIn light and ...
Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay,Whose flocks never carelessly roam;Should Corydon's happen to stray,Oh! call the poor wanderers home.Allow me ...
Ye shepherds give ear to my lay,And take no more heed of my sheep:They have nothing to do but to ...
Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace,See not thy loving shepherd slain With looking on thy face;But ...
No — I'll endure ten thousand deathsEre any further I'll comply:Oh! Sir, no man on earth that breathesHad ever yet ...
On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet!By that flower there is a bower Where the heavenly Muses ...
" SHE dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales ...
I WROTE a song for Corydon, All tears and lamentation,With plaint that Chloe, pretty rogue, Had wrought his desperation. ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Ere all the world had grown so drear, When I was young and you were here, 'Mid summer roses in ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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