Mycerinus (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two ...
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 ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet ...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of ...
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