Strayed Reveller, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
THERE'S Death in the cup, so beware! Nay, more-there is danger in touching; But who can avoid the fell snare, ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! Chorus.-For ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? For ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done Supernal Will ! I ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move ...
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
I'll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little ...
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed, Have drunk the ...
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears Today of past regrets and future fears; Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may ...
It's the hand we clasp with an honest grasp That gives a hearty thrill; It's the good we pour into ...
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