Matthew Arnold

Saw life steadily and saw it whole.

Saw life steadily and saw it whole.

The grand style arises in poetry, when a noble nature, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject

The grand style arises in poetry, when a noble nature, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject

Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would read more

Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would that I did too!

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.