Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
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!
. . . .
Again--thou hearest?
Eternal passion!
Eternal pain!
On Sundays, at the matin-chime,
The Alpine peasants, two and three,
Climb up here to pray;
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On Sundays, at the matin-chime,
The Alpine peasants, two and three,
Climb up here to pray;
Burghers and dames, at summer's prime,
Ride out to church from Chamberry,
Dight with mantles gay,
But else it is a lonely time
Round the Church of Brou.
Saw life steadily and saw it whole.
Saw life steadily and saw it whole.
Journalism is literature in a hurry.
Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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.
