Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...

Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! (Matthew Arnold)

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Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Matthew Arnold Quotes: Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!