WebbHer stately purple she abhorred, And her imperial crown. She broke her flutes, she stopped her sports, Her artists could not please; She tore her books, she shut her courts, She fled her palaces; Lust of the eye and pride of life She left it all behind, And hurried, torn with inward strife, The wilderness to find. WebbEdmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. Philomela : Matthew Arnold (1822–88)
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WebbPhilomela Post by: OZoFe.ComPoet: Matthew ArnoldLeave a Comment Hark! ah, the nightingale– The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!–what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore, Still, after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewilder’d brain WebbComplete text of the poem by Matthew Arnold. PHILOMELA. by: Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) ARK! ah, the Nightingale! The tawny-throated! Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark--what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore ... dont wirry be happy jamacain
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WebbMatthew Arnold - Philomela Hark! ah, the nightingale - The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark! - what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian … WebbPhilomela By Matthew Arnold Hark! ah, the nightingale— The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!—what pain! O wanderer from a … WebbÎn poezia „Philomela” (1853) a poetului englez Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), poetul aude plânsetul unei privighetori și o întreabă dacă aceasta poate găsi pace și vindecare în zonele provinciale engleze, departe de Grecia, deși își lamentează durerea și pasiunea „pe vecie”. dont wish for