To a Republican Friend (Matthew Arnold Poem)
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
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