The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
The truest friends, how few they are. Still time, it seems, must take them far to God knows where and ...
Chorus.-O lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, That's half so fair ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
NAE heathen name shall I prefix, Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks, For rhyme-inspiring lasses. ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
'My future will not copy fair my past'- I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look ...
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
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