Bacchanalia or The New Age (Matthew Arnold Poems)
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
WHO PRESENTED ME WITH A SILVER LOVING CUPON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF AUGUST, M DCCC LXXXIX"WHO gave this cup?" The secret ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloudAnd the cold clear dark of starlight fell,He heard in his blood the ...
Between the green bud and the redYouth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
When Pentheus went into the mountains in the garb of the baccae, his mother and the other maenads, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
I pull the bed slowly open, I open the lips of the bed, get the stack of fresh underpants out ...
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