Matthew Arnold

Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
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Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.

The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and
light.

The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and
light.

One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent.

One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent.

And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once read more

And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once possess our soul / Before we die.

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!