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• The Forsaken Merman

  come, dear children, let us away;
  Down and away below.
  Now my brothers call from the bay; …

  Matthew Arnold

• The Song of Callicles

  Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
  Thick breaks the red flame.
  All Etna heaves fiercely …

  Matthew Arnold

• To Marguerite

  Yes: in the sea of life enisled,
  With echoing straits between us thrown.
  Dotting the shoreless watery wild, …

  Matthew Arnold

• Requiescat

  Strew on her roses, roses,
  And never a spray of yew.
  In quiet she reposes: …

  Matthew Arnold

• The Scholar-Gipsy

  Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill;
  Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes:
  No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, …

  Matthew Arnold

• Shakespeare

  Others abide our question. Thou art free.
  We ask and ask: Thou smilest and art still,
  Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill …

  Matthew Arnold

• From the Hymn of Empedocles

  is it so small a thing
  To have enjoy'd the sun,
  To have lived light in the spring, …

  Matthew Arnold

• The Flowers

  When Love arose in heart and deed
  To wake the world to greater joy,
  'What can she give me now?' said Greed, …

  William Brighty Rands

• The Thought

  Into the skies, one summer's day,
  I sent a little Thought away;
  Up to where, in the blue round, …

  William Brighty Rands

• Maritæ Suæ

  I
  of all the flowers rising now,
  Thou only saw'st the head …

  William Philpot

• Mimnermus in Church

  You promise heavens free from strife,
  Pure truth, and perfect change of will;
  But sweet, sweet is this human life, …

  William (Johnson) Cory

• Heraclitus

  They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
  They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
  I wept as I remember'd how often you and I …

  William (Johnson) Cory

• The Married Lover

  Why, having won her, do I woo?
  Because her spirit's vestal grace
  Provokes me always to pursue, …

  Coventry Patmore

• 'If I were dead'

  'if I were dead, you'd sometimes say, Poor Child!'
  The dear lips quiver'd as they spake,
  And the tears brake …

  Coventry Patmore

• The Toys

  My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes
  And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise,
  Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, …

  Coventry Patmore

• The Ballad of Keith of Ravelston

  The murmur of the mourning ghost
  That keeps the shadowy kine,
  'O Keith of Ravelston, …

  Sydney Dobell

• A Chanted Calendar

  first came the primrose,
  On the bank high,
  Like a maiden looking forth …

  Sydney Dobell

• Laus Deo

  In the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands.
  At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands.
  The bed of state is hung with crape—the grand old bed where she was wed— …

  Sydney Dobell

• The Fairies

  Up the airy mountain,
  Down the rushy glen,
  We daren't go a-hunting …

  William Allingham

• That Holy Thing

  They all were looking for a king
  To slay their foes and lift them high:
  Thou cam'st, a little baby thing …

  George MacDonald

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