Matthew Arnold

Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows
Like the wave;
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength read more

Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows
Like the wave;
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.
Love tends life a little grace,
A few sad smiles; and then,
Both are laid in one cold place,
In the grave.

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.

No, no! The energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
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No, no! The energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife,
From strength to strength advancing--only he
His soul well-knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.

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.

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To read more

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man