Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Like driftwood spares which meet and pass
Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
So on the sea of life, read more
Like driftwood spares which meet and pass
Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
So on the sea of life, alas!
Man nears man, meets, and leaves again.
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.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
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.
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.
