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.
The free thinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Matthew ArnoldWe are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I do not know.
Matthew ArnoldTag: humor
Life is not a having and a getting, but a being and a becoming.
Matthew ArnoldTag: actualization
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits--on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand . . .
And each day brings it's pretty dust,
Our soon-choked souls to fll
And we forget because we must,
And not because we will.
Weary of myself, and sick of asking
What I am, and what I ought to be,
At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me
Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.
Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies...
Matthew ArnoldThe man who to untimely death is doomed Vainly would hedge him in from the assault of harm; He bears the seed of ruin in himself.
Matthew ArnoldTo see the object as in itself it really is
Matthew ArnoldTag: objectivity
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