Matthew Arnold

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born.

But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

The grand style arises in poetry, when a noble nature, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject

The grand style arises in poetry, when a noble nature, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject

Six years--six little years--six drops of time.

Six years--six little years--six drops of time.

Now the great winds shoreward blow, / Now the salt tides seaward flow; / Now the wild white horses play, read more

Now the great winds shoreward blow, / Now the salt tides seaward flow; / Now the wild white horses play, / Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.