Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RIVER, by MATTHEW ARNOLD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat Last Line: And dead to hopes of future joy. Subject(s): Grief; Rivers; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
STILL glides the stream, slow drops the boat Under the rustling poplars' shade; Silent the swans beside us float: None speaks, none heeds--ah, turn thy head. Let those arch eyes now softly shine, That mocking mouth grow sweetly bland: Ah, let them rest, those eyes, on mine; On mine let rest that lovely hand. My pent-up tears oppress my brain, My heart is swoln with love unsaid: Ah, let me weep, and tell my pain, And on thy shoulder rest my head. Before I die, before the soul, Which now is mine, must re-attain Immunity from my control, And wander round the world again: Before this teas'd o'erlabour'd heart For ever leaves its vain employ, Dead to its deep habitual smart, And dead to hopes of future joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE |
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