Apollo Musagetes (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
O MY Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's ...
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the melodie That's ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
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