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 ...
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 ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart ! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise ...
I HAVE been in the meadows all the day And gathered there the nosegay that you see Singing within myself ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise On ...
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm ...
Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off ...
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