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 ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot, From the morn to the evening he strays: He shall follow his sheep ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn: The humble Sheep. a threatning horn: While the Lily white, shall in Love ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
When voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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