Philomela : Matthew Arnold : : Bird Poems : :

Philomela : : 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 Grecian shore,Still, after many years, in distant lands,Still nourishing in thy bewilder’d brainThat wild, unquench’d, deep-sunken, old-world pain— Say, will it never heal?And can this fragrant lawnWith itsContinue reading “Philomela : Matthew Arnold : : Bird Poems : :”

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