Tag: Matthew Arnold
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The Song of Callicles
The Song of CalliclesMatthew Arnold Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O Apollo! Are haunts meet for thee. But, where Helicon breaks down In cliff to the sea. Where the moon-silver’d inlets Send far their light voice Up the still vale of…
Dan Yingst 