Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest read more
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
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.
One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent.
One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent.
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.
