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19 de mai. de 2024 · The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next. Resolve to be thyself and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery. It is not always by plugging away at a difficulty and sticking at it that one overcomes it but, rather, often by working on the one next to it. Certain people and certain things require to be approached on an ...
12 de mai. de 2024 · Comments about Matthew Arnold Jaguarjin: the sea of faith was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. but now i only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, retreating, to the breath of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear matthew arnold (dover beach)
20 de mai. de 2024 · CALLICLES (front below) Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-cloth'd frame. Not here, O Apollo Are haunts meet for thee.
Há 6 dias · Those eyes of deep, soft, lucent hue, Eyes too expressive to be blue, Too lovely to be grey. Ah Quiet, all things feel thy balm! Those blue hills too, this river 's flow, Were restless once, but long ago. Tam'd is their turbulent youthful glow: Their joy is in their calm. Matthew Arnold.
22 de mai. de 2024 · East And West. In the bare midst of Anglesey they show. Two springs which close by one another play, And, 'Thirteen hundred years agone,' they say, 'Two saints met often where those waters flow. 'One came from Penmon, westward, and a glow. 'Whiten'd his face from the sun 's fronting ray. 'Eastward the other, from the dying day;
Há 4 dias · Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold 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.
10 de mai. de 2024 · To A Republican Friend, 1848 - Continued. Yet, when I muse on what life is, I seem. Rather to patience prompted, than that prowl. Prospect of hope which France proclaims so loud, France, fam'd in all great arts, in none supreme. Seeing this Vale, this Earth, whereon we dream,
