The Buried Life (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
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 ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
As I wandered the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. 'I slept in ...
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her ...
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
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