Thyrsis, a Monody (Matthew Arnold Poem)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Even in a palace, life may be led well! So spake the imperial sage, purest of men, Marcus Aurelius. But ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
I can't have it and you can't have it and we won't get it so don't bet on it or ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
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 ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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