Shakespeare (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains, A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns: Friend of my ...
O LORD, when hunger pinches sore, Do thou stand us in stead, And send us, from thy bounteous store, A ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
LORD, we thank, and thee adore, For temporal gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more- Let ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
`Now Art has lost its mental charms France shall subdue the world in arms.' So spoke an Angel at my ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
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