Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims.
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
Genius is mainly an affair of energy, and poetry is mainly an affair of genius; therefore a nation whose spirit read more
Genius is mainly an affair of energy, and poetry is mainly an affair of genius; therefore a nation whose spirit is characterized by energy may well be imminent in poetry - and we have Shakespeare.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
