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 ...
Ah! there's the lily, marble pale,The bonny broom, the cistus frail;The rich sweet pea, the iris blue,The larkspur with its ...
OVER the meadows, and down the stream,And through the garden-walks straying,He plucks the flowers that fairest seem;His throbbing heart brooks ...
It is too early for white boughs, too lateFor snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fallA few last ...
Then died, lamented, in the strength of life, A valued mother, and a faithful wife:Call'd not away, when time had ...
You strove in vain, with cunning words, And subtle arguments, to gain A convert to your darling creed; Then mocked ...
These things were yours, these little simple things; You touched them, used them one time, loved them well.Now you ...
OVER the meadows, and down the stream, And through the garden-walks straying, He plucks the flowers that fairest seem; His ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
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