Thyrsis: A Monody (Matthew Arnold Poems)
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its ...
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,My friend and I, by chance we talk'dOf Lessing's famed Laocooen;And after we awhile ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
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 ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will ...
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