Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.
Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows
Like the wave;
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength read more
Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows
Like the wave;
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.
Love tends life a little grace,
A few sad smiles; and then,
Both are laid in one cold place,
In the grave.
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.
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
They live that they may eat, but he himself [Socrates] eats that
he may live.
They live that they may eat, but he himself [Socrates] eats that
he may live.
