Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre read more
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes; but not this alone.
I met a preacher there I knew, and said,
Ill and overworked, how fare you in this scene?
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I met a preacher there I knew, and said,
Ill and overworked, how fare you in this scene?
Bravely! said he; for I of late have been
Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living bread.
Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion read more
Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion scornfully
That men did ever find.
Journalism is literature in a hurry.
Journalism is literature in a hurry.
Every time the words "contrition" or "humility" drop from the lips of a prophet or psalmist, Christianity appears.
Every time the words "contrition" or "humility" drop from the lips of a prophet or psalmist, Christianity appears.