Matthew Arnold

The East bow'd low before the blast,
In patient, deep disdain.
She let the legions thunder past,
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The East bow'd low before the blast,
In patient, deep disdain.
She let the legions thunder past,
And plunged in thought again.

Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is
more) the passion for making them prevail.

Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is
more) the passion for making them prevail.

Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery. -Matthew Arnold.

Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery. -Matthew Arnold.

Hark! ah, the nightingale--
The tawny-throated!
Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst!
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Hark! ah, the nightingale--
The tawny-throated!
Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst!
What triumph! hark!--what pain!
. . . .
Again--thou hearest?
Eternal passion!
Eternal pain!

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.