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| 2541. | Progress by Matthew Arnold | | The Master stood upon the mount, and taught.
He saw a fire in his disciples’ eyes;
‘The old law’, they said, ‘is wholly come to naught!
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| 2542. | Apollo Musagetes by Matthew Arnold | | Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
Thick breaks the red flame;
All Etna heaves fiercely
Her forest-clothed frame.
Not here, O Apollo!
Ar... |
| 2543. | From the Hymn of Empedocles by Matthew Arnold | | IS it so small a thing
To have enjoy'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced ... |
| 2544. | The Elephant by Hilaire Belloc | | When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and more
At such a little tail behind,
So large a trunk before.... |
| 2545. | Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine by Hilaire Belloc | | To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,
To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend
Wine, true begetter of all arts that be;
Wine, privilege of t... |
| 2546. | The Telephone by Hilaire Belloc | | To-night in million-voiced London I
Was lonely as the million-pointed sky
Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun
Peoples all heaven, although h... |
| 2547. | The Pelagian Drinking Song by Hilaire Belloc | | Pelagius lived at Kardanoel
And taught a doctrine there
How, whether you went to heaven or to hell
It was your own affair.
It had nothing to do wi... |
| 2548. | The Scorpion by Hilaire Belloc | | The Scorpion is as black as soot,
He dearly loves to bite;
He is a most unpleasant brute
To find in bed at night.... |
| 2549. | The Hippopotamus by Hilaire Belloc | | I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten 'em.... |
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