John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Matthew Arnold. (1822–1888) (continued) |
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Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! |
Requiescat. |
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To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man. |
Growing old. |
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Time may restore us in his course Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force; But where will Europe’s latter hour Again find Wordsworth’s healing power? |
Memorial Verses. |
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Wandering between two worlds,—one dead, The other powerless to be born. |
Stanzas from the grande Chartreuse. |
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The kings of modern thought are dumb. |
Stanzas from the grande Chartreuse. |
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Calm Soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city’s jar, That there abides a place of thine, Man did not make, and can not mar. |
Lines written in Kensington Gardens. |
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We, in some unknown Power’s employ, Move on a rigorous line; Can neither, when we will, enjoy, Nor, when we will, resign. |
Stanzas in Memory of the Author of “Obermann.” |
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And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. |
Dover Beach. |
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With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day and wish ’t were done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern. |
Morality. |