Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
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If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
My refuge!" and no more.
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.
Genius is mainly an affair of energy, and poetry is mainly an affair of genius; therefore a nation whose spirit read more
Genius is mainly an affair of energy, and poetry is mainly an affair of genius; therefore a nation whose spirit is characterized by energy may well be imminent in poetry - and we have Shakespeare.
On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not read more
On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not love which heaved her breast,
Fair child!--it was the bliss within.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
