Philomela (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
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 ...
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high ...
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men ...
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go ...
A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore. But I said "I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree", ...
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
It's the hand we clasp with an honest grasp That gives a hearty thrill; It's the good we pour into ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
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