Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
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, ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed, Have drunk the ...
I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold he said, "put all your sorrows in ...
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