To a Republican Friend (Matthew Arnold Poem)
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two ...
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 ...
Even in a palace, life may be led well! So spake the imperial sage, purest of men, Marcus Aurelius. But ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
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 ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
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