Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce And dost not know the Garment from the Man Every Harlot was ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
When voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
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