Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre read more
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes; but not this alone.
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.
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.
