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 ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. I have ...
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From ...
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said. yes, yes? I asked. she's young and pretty, she ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true ...
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