Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
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.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest read more
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
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.
