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 ...
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 ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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 ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and ...
When voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at ...
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On ...
I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, ...
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: ...
Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would ...
I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
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