Matthew Arnold

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.

If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
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If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
My refuge!" and no more.

Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion read more

Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion scornfully
That men did ever find.

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

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

Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is
more) the passion for making them prevail.

Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is
more) the passion for making them prevail.