Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Bacchanalia - Poem by Matthew Arnold

The evening comes, the fields are still.
The tinkle of the thirsty rill,
Unheard all day, ascends again;
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Comments about Bacchanalia by Matthew Arnold

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (10/24/2015 4:23:00 PM)

    Nice work with the muse of life, nature and art! (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (10/24/2015 1:33:00 PM)

    Stillness versus excess. Sooner or later, the young people and their new ideas will leave the field, and their time on the stage will end. No matter what man wants, time will move on and the world will no longer be his orchard. These things are unchanging- an earthly definition of immortality. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Cooke (1/31/2009 8:23:00 PM)

    bob dylan should make this a song! (Report) Reply








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