Matthew Arnold

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

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

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.

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.

Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would read more

Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would that I did too!

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.