The Works of Matthew Arnold, Bind 1Macmillan, 1903 |
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Æsir Afrasiab answer'd arms art thou Asgard Balder Baltic Sea blood Breidablik bright Brittany brow cheeks cold dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth eyes fame father Fausta fields fill'd flowers friends gazed Glion gloom Gods golden gone grass grave green grey grief hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven Hela Hela's Hermod Hoder horse host hour Iseult King knew light Lityerses live lone look'd Midgard morning mourn Nanna Neckan Niflheim night o'er Obermann Odin Odin's once Oxus pain pale pass'd Persian pines rocks round Rustum sails sand sate Seistan Senancour shine side sings sleep Sleipner smile snow Sohrab soul spake spirit stood stream sweet Tartar tears thee thine thou art thou hast Thyrsis to-day trees Tristram Valhalla voice wandering wast waves weep wild wilt wind wood youth
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Side 251 - He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear ; And struck his finger on the place, And said : Thou ailest here, and here...
Side 276 - Order, courage, return. Eyes rekindling, and prayers, Follow your steps as ye go. Ye fill up the gaps in our files, Strengthen the wavering line, Stablish, continue our march, On, to the bound of the waste. On, to the City of God.
Side 234 - For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without, Firm to their mark, not spent on other things; Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt, Which much, to have tried, in much been baffled, brings. O Life unlike to ours! Who fluctuate idly without term or scope, Of whom each strives, nor knows for what he strives, And each half lives a hundred different lives; Who wait like thee, but not, like thee, in hope.
Side 235 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife — Fly hence, our contact fear!
Side 237 - But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly! For strong the infection of our mental strife, Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest; And we should win thee from thy own fair life, Like us distracted, and like us unblest. Soon, soon thy cheer would die, Thy hopes grow timorous, and unfix'd thy powers, And thy clear aims be cross and shifting made : And then thy glad perennial youth would fade, Fade, and grow old at last, and die like ours.
Side 260 - And see all sights from pole to pole, And glance, and nod, and bustle by ; And never once possess our soul Before we die.
Side 274 - Yes ! I believe that there lived Others like thee in the past, Not like the men of the crowd Who all round me to-day Bluster or cringe, and make life Hideous, and arid, and vile ; But souls temper'cl with fire, Fervent, heroic, and good, Helpers and friends of mankind.
Side 275 - Helpers and friends of mankind. Servants of God! — or sons Shall I not call you? because Not as servants ye knew Your Father's innermost mind, His, who unwillingly sees One of his little ones lost — Yours is the praise, if mankind Hath not as yet in its march Fainted, and fallen, and died!
Side 5 - Shakespeare OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, 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, Didst tread on earth unguess'd at.
Side 120 - Till now all strength was ebb'd, and from his limbs Unwillingly the spirit fled away, Regretting the warm mansion which it left, And youth, and bloom, and this delightful world. So, on the bloody sand, Sohrab lay dead; And the great Rustum drew his horseman's cloak Down o'er his face, and sate by his dead son. As those black granite pillars, once...