Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high,
The foliaged marble forest where ye lie,
Hush, ye read more
Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high,
The foliaged marble forest where ye lie,
Hush, ye will say, it is eternity!
This is the glimmering verge of heaven, and there
The columns of the heavenly palaces.
But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.
But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.
Odin, thou whirlwind, what a threat is this
Thou threatenest what transcends thy might, even thine,
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Odin, thou whirlwind, what a threat is this
Thou threatenest what transcends thy might, even thine,
For of all powers the mightiest far art thou,
Lord over men on earth, and Gods in Heaven;
Yet even from thee thyself hath been withheld
One thing--to undo what thou thyself hast ruled.
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.
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!