Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse, by Matthew Arnold
> Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from Saint Laurent goes. The bridge »
To Marguerite: Continued, by Matthew Arnold
> Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands »