Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes, Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme; And he had a wife ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Felt their Nerves change into Marrow And hardening Bones began In swift diseases ...
I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
we are always asked to understand the other person's viewpoint no matter how out-dated foolish or obnoxious. one is asked ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
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