Life After Unspeakable Loss Becoming Poetry Again
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"Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie earlier us like a country of dreams,
So diverse, so beautiful, so new,
Hath actually neither joy, nor dear, nor low-cal,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are hither every bit on a darkling patently
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."
― Dover Embankment and Other Poems
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie earlier us like a country of dreams,
So diverse, so beautiful, so new,
Hath actually neither joy, nor dear, nor low-cal,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are hither every bit on a darkling patently
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."
― Dover Embankment and Other Poems
"Life is not a having and a getting, just a existence and a becoming."
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"Just often, in the world's most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
At that place rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless forcefulness
In tracking out our true, original form;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this eye which beats
So wild, and then deep in u.s.a.—to know
Whence our lives come and where they become."
― The Complete Poems
But often, in the din of strife,
At that place rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless forcefulness
In tracking out our true, original form;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this eye which beats
So wild, and then deep in u.s.a.—to know
Whence our lives come and where they become."
― The Complete Poems
"Come up to me in my dreams, and and then
By mean solar day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the twenty-four hour period."
― Longing
By mean solar day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the twenty-four hour period."
― Longing
"Journalism is literature in a bustle."
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"If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of flesh, it will exist a force such every bit the world has never known."
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"The complimentary thinking of one age is the common sense of the adjacent."
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"Weary of myself, and sick of asking
What I am, and what I ought to exist,
At this vessel'due south prow I stand up, which bears me
Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea."
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What I am, and what I ought to exist,
At this vessel'due south prow I stand up, which bears me
Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea."
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"And we forget because nosotros must and not because we will."
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"Art yet has truth. Take refuge in that location."
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"The body of water is at-home tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;- on the French declension the calorie-free
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand up,
glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay."
― Dover Beach and Other Poems
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;- on the French declension the calorie-free
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand up,
glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay."
― Dover Beach and Other Poems
"Wandering betwixt 2 worlds, i dead, The other powerless to be born."
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"Wandering betwixt two worlds, one dead
The other powerless to be built-in,
With nowhere nonetheless to balance my head
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
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The other powerless to be built-in,
With nowhere nonetheless to balance my head
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
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"Is it so small a matter
To have savour'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanc'd true friends, and trounce downwardly baffling foes;
To have savour'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanc'd true friends, and trounce downwardly baffling foes;
That nosotros must feign a bliss
Of hundred-to-one future engagement,
And, while nosotros dream on this,
Lose all our present state,
And relegate to worlds yet distant our tranquillity?"
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"Is information technology and then small a thing
To have relish'd the sun,
To accept liv'd light in the spring,
To accept lov'd, to have thought, to have washed;
To have advanc'd true friends, and beat downward baffling foes...?"
― Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems
To have relish'd the sun,
To accept liv'd light in the spring,
To accept lov'd, to have thought, to have washed;
To have advanc'd true friends, and beat downward baffling foes...?"
― Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems
"The Sea of Faith
Was one time, too, at the total, and circular world's shore
Lay similar the folds of a brilliant girdle furled.
Merely now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the jiff
Of the night-wind, downwards the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world."
― Dover Beach and Other Poems
Was one time, too, at the total, and circular world's shore
Lay similar the folds of a brilliant girdle furled.
Merely now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the jiff
Of the night-wind, downwards the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world."
― Dover Beach and Other Poems
"And we forget because we must"
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"Culture is the effort to know the best and to make this knowledge prevail for the practiced of all humankind."
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"Only--but this is rare--
When a dearest hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the blitz and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in some other'due south optics read clear,
When our world-deafen'd ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd--
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The middle sinks inward, and the heart lies manifestly,
And what we mean, nosotros say, and what nosotros would, we know.
A human becomes aware of his life's flow,
And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
The meadows where it glides, the lord's day, the cakewalk."
― The Poems of Matthew Arnold 1849 - 1867
When a dearest hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the blitz and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in some other'due south optics read clear,
When our world-deafen'd ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd--
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The middle sinks inward, and the heart lies manifestly,
And what we mean, nosotros say, and what nosotros would, we know.
A human becomes aware of his life's flow,
And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
The meadows where it glides, the lord's day, the cakewalk."
― The Poems of Matthew Arnold 1849 - 1867
"Choose equality."
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"To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the keen proof of being alive."
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"Alas, is even Honey likewise weak to unlock the heart and permit it speak? Are fifty-fifty lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel?"
― Dover Beach and Other Poems
― Dover Beach and Other Poems
"Civilization, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human being spirit."
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"And each 24-hour interval brings it's pretty dust,
Our soon-high-strung souls to fll
And we forget because nosotros must,
And not because we will."
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Our soon-high-strung souls to fll
And we forget because nosotros must,
And not because we will."
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"Upwardly the still, glistening beaches,
Upward the creeks nosotros will hie,
Over banks of bright seaweed
The ebb-tide leaves dry.
We volition gaze, from the sand-hills,
At the white, sleeping town;
At the church on the hill-side—
And then come up back down.
Singing: "There dwells a loved one,
Simply cruel is she!
She left lone for always
The kings of the body of water.
Upward the creeks nosotros will hie,
Over banks of bright seaweed
The ebb-tide leaves dry.
We volition gaze, from the sand-hills,
At the white, sleeping town;
At the church on the hill-side—
And then come up back down.
Singing: "There dwells a loved one,
Simply cruel is she!
She left lone for always
The kings of the body of water.
(from verse form 'The Forsaken Merman')"
― The Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold
"And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies disharmonism past night.
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Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies disharmonism past night.
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