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 ...
I. NOON.White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,Light mists, whose soft embraces keepThe sunshine on the hills asleep!O isles of ...
I see him come from far,And, sick with hopelessness,Invoke some kindly star,—I see him come, no less.Is there no sure ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
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