The Lake
Again I see my bliss at hand; The town, the lake are here. My Marguerite smiles upon the strand Unalterd with the year. I know that graceful figure fair, That cheek of languid hue; I know that soft enkerchiefd hair, And those sweet eyes of blue. Again I spring to make my choice; Again in tones of ire I hear a Gods tremendous voice Be counselld, and retire! Ye guiding Powers, who join and part, What would ye have with me? Ah, warn some more ambitious heart, And let the peaceful be!
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"Again I see my bliss at hand;..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Matthew Arnold delivers a powerful performance in "The Lake"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...