Lines Written in Kensington Gardens (Matthew Arnold Poem)
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some ...
Chorus.-O mount and go, mount and make you ready, O mount and go, and be the Captain's lady. WHEN the ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on-- Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor scrubbed the walls vacuumed cleaned the ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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