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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MATTHEW ARNOLD, by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER First Line: Unconscious christian thou, seldom do we Last Line: Or rain to thirsty fields,—ev'n such art thou! | |||
Unconscious Christian thou, seldom do we, Among the many who have taught our race What conduct is; what, manhood's choicest grace, Find one in winsomeness surpassing thee; We catch a pure gleam of sincerity Through shadows deep that lie upon thy face; And in thy mental movements we can trace One freed from fetters of formality. The scentful flowers, perfuming all the air; The human breast that heaves; the eyes that shine (To none of which the works of art compare) Show form to be earth-born; but life, divine: Refreshing as the breeze to burning brow, Or rain to thirsty fields,—ev'n such art thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GLOAMING CALL by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER A MANTEL CLOCK by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER A NEW YEAR THOUGHT by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER ABSENCE by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AN AUTUMN EVENING by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AN ECHO by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER ANNIVERSARIES by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER APPRECIATION by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AT GOLDSMITH'S GRAVE by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AT NIAGARA FALLS by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER |
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