Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
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.
Like driftwood spares which meet and pass
Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
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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.
Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery. -Matthew Arnold.
Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery. -Matthew Arnold.
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.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
