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.

I must not say that she was true,
Yet let me say that she was fair;
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I must not say that she was true,
Yet let me say that she was fair;
And they, that lovely face who view,
They should not ask if truth be there.

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.

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.

[Oxford] Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs and unpopular
names and impossible loyalties.

[Oxford] Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs and unpopular
names and impossible loyalties.