Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are
here for, I do not read more
We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are
here for, I do not know.
Christianity is a source; no one supply of water and refreshment that comes from it can be called the sum read more
Christianity is a source; no one supply of water and refreshment that comes from it can be called the sum of Christianity. It is a mistake, and may lead to much error, to exhibit any series of maxims, even those of the Sermon on the Mount, as the ultimate sum and formula into which Christianity may be run up.
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 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
Hark! ah, the nightingale--
The tawny-throated!
Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst!
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Hark! ah, the nightingale--
The tawny-throated!
Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst!
What triumph! hark!--what pain!
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Again--thou hearest?
Eternal passion!
Eternal pain!