The Poetical Works of Matthew ArnoldT.Y. Crowell, 1897 - 502 pages |
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... blood ; Nature is stubborn , man would fain adore ; Nature is fickle , man hath need of rest ; Nature forgives no debt , and fears no grave ; Man would be mild , and with safe conscience blest . Man must begin , know this , where Nature ...
... blood ; Nature is stubborn , man would fain adore ; Nature is fickle , man hath need of rest ; Nature forgives no debt , and fears no grave ; Man would be mild , and with safe conscience blest . Man must begin , know this , where Nature ...
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... blood - stains , On his brow an angry frown . Dead her princely youthful husband Lay before his youthful wife , Bloody ' neath the flaring sconces And the sight froze all her life . In Vienna , by the Danube , Kings hold revel ...
... blood - stains , On his brow an angry frown . Dead her princely youthful husband Lay before his youthful wife , Bloody ' neath the flaring sconces And the sight froze all her life . In Vienna , by the Danube , Kings hold revel ...
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... year Did steal into mine ear ; Blew such a thrilling summons to my will , Yet could not shake it ; Made my tost heart its very life - blood spill , Yet could not break it . YOUTH'S AGITATIONS . WHEN I shall be divorced , some THE VOICE .
... year Did steal into mine ear ; Blew such a thrilling summons to my will , Yet could not shake it ; Made my tost heart its very life - blood spill , Yet could not break it . YOUTH'S AGITATIONS . WHEN I shall be divorced , some THE VOICE .
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... blood , and I have fought with many a foe : Never was that field lost , or that foe saved . O Sohrab , wherefore wilt thou rush on death ? Be governed : quit the Tartar host , and come To Iran , and be as my son to me , And fight ...
... blood , and I have fought with many a foe : Never was that field lost , or that foe saved . O Sohrab , wherefore wilt thou rush on death ? Be governed : quit the Tartar host , and come To Iran , and be as my son to me , And fight ...
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... blood flow free , and so to die . But first he would convince his stubborn foe ; And , rising sternly on one arm , he said , - 66 ' Man , who art thou who dost deny my words ? Truth sits upon the lips of dying men ; And falsehood ...
... blood flow free , and so to die . But first he would convince his stubborn foe ; And , rising sternly on one arm , he said , - 66 ' Man , who art thou who dost deny my words ? Truth sits upon the lips of dying men ; And falsehood ...
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Expressions et termes fréquents
ÆPYTUS Æsir ARCAS arms Asgard Balder blood blow breast breath bright brow CALLICLES calm child CHORUS clear cold Cresphontes Cypselus dark dead dear death deep Dorian Dorian lords dost doth dream earth EMPEDOCLES eyes fair fate father fear feel friends gaze gloom gods gone grave gray green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hela's Heracles Hermod hills Hoder hour Iseult king Laias light live lonely look Matthew Arnold MEROPE Messenian morn mother mountain mournful night o'er Odin once Oxus pain pale pass PAUSANIAS peace plain POEMS POLYPHONTES round Rustum sand sate Seistan shining silence sleep Sleipner smile Sohrab soul spake spirit stand stars stood stream strife sweet tears Temenus thee thine thou art thou hast thought Tristram voice wandering waves weep wild wilt wind youth
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Page 172 - Above the howling senses' ebb and flow, To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam, Not with lost toil thou labourest through the night ! Thou mak'st the heaven thou hop'st indeed thy home.
Page 428 - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride— I come to shed them at their side.
Page 213 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Page 168 - We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. Singing, "Here came a mortal, But faithless was she: And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea.
Page 166 - When did music come this way ? Children dear, was it yesterday ? Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away ? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.
Page 2 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.
Page 214 - Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
Page 77 - Or else that the great Rustum would come down Himself to fight, and that thy wiles would move His heart to take a gift, and let thee go; And then that all the Tartar host would praise Thy courage or thy craft, and spread thy fame, To glad thy father in his weak old age.
Page 414 - Havoc is made in our train! Friends, who set forth at our side, Falter, are lost in the storm. We, we only are left!
Page 391 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet-William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.