East London (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To ...
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
I heard an Angel Singing When the day was springing: "Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release." So he ...
I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, 'Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.' Thus he sung ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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