Epilogue To Lessing’s Laocooen (Matthew Arnold Poems)
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,My friend and I, by chance we talk'dOf Lessing's famed Laocooen;And after we awhile ...
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,My friend and I, by chance we talk'dOf Lessing's famed Laocooen;And after we awhile ...
Negro Patriot-Killed In Boston, March 5,!770.WHERE shall we seek for a hero, and where shall we find a story?Our laurels ...
You ask me whyI long to flyOut from your palace to the dreamy woodsAnd the summer solitudes,Why I pineIn this ...
A TALE.Where Snowdon's bleak summits their shadows throw wide,Once the castle of Modred arose;Frowning dark as the mountain that towered ...
The river of dreams runs quietly down From its hidden home in the forest of sleep, With a measureless motion calm and ...
For a while the salt brine leaves me O'er my terraced rocks to fall,And my broad swift-gliding waters Olden memories recall.Ere the ...
A bright stream may shrink in summer's hot fire,Flowers on her margin may droop and expire;Her channel be dry, her ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
The Western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and ...
Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth, Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!Through you fond Nature ...
I England, my mother, Lift to my western sweetheart ...
IEngland, I stand on thy imperial ground,Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,I feel within my blood old battles ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman As does the Great River on to the sea and back to the matted hair of Lord ...
Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . . Though peoples perish in ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles ...
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