Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Matthew Arnold. 1822–1888753. Shakespeare
| OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. | |
| We ask and ask: Thou smilest and art still, | |
| Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill | |
| That to the stars uncrowns his majesty, | |
| Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, | 5 |
| Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, | |
| Spares but the cloudy border of his base | |
| To the foil’d searching of mortality; | |
| And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, | |
| Self-school’d, self-scann’d, self-honour’d, self-secure, | 10 |
| Didst walk on earth unguess’d at. Better so! | |
| All pains the immortal spirit must endure, | |
| All weakness that impairs, all griefs that bow, | |
| Find their sole voice in that victorious brow. |