"LIKE DRIFTWOOD SPARS WHICH MEET AND PASS UPON THE BOUNDLESS OCEAN PLAIN; 14 FOR WHAT WEARS OUT THE LIFE OF MORTAL MEN? MATTHEW ARNOLD. 66 Weeping at his master's end; And had torn up by the roots With long plumes, and soft brown seeds, Sitting on a tabled stone Where the shoreward ripple breaks. Ah, poor Faun, poor Faun! ah, poor Faun! [From Empedocles on Etna "a long and lofty chant' 'TIS THAT FROM CHANGE TO CHANGE THEIR BEING ROLLS. ARNOLD. SO ON THE SEA OF LIFE, ALAS! MAN NEARS MAN, MEETS, AND LEAVES AGAIN."-ARNOLD. "BUT WE BROUGHT FORTH, AND REARED IN HOURS OF CHANGE, ALARM, SURPRISE, "LONG THE WAY APPEARS, WHICH SEEMED SO SHORT A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD. 15 A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD. HAT made my heart at Newstead fullest swell? Stormily sweet, his Titan agony: It was the sight of that Lord Arundel WHAT SHELTER TO GROW RIPE IS OURS, WHAT LEISURE TO GROW WISE?"-ARNOLD. Who struck in heat the child he loved so well; They hang the picture doth the story tell. Methinks the woe that made that father stand, Was woe than Byron's woe more tragic far. [From "Sonnets," in Mr. Matthew Arnold's "Collected Poems," edit. 1869.] TO THE LESS PRACTISED EYE OF SANGUINE YOUTH."-ARNOLD. "THIS IS THE CURSE OF LIFE THAT NOT A NOBLER, CALMER TRAIN-MATTHEW ARNOLD) 16 ONE LESSON, NATURE, LET ME LEARN OF THEE, MATTHEW ARNOLD. Yes, this, and more. But not, Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be! OF WISER THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS BLOT OUR PASSIONS FROM OUR BRAIN."-MATTHEW ARNOLD. "HITHER AND THITHER SPINS THE WIND-BORNE, MIRRORING SOUL-ARNOLD) "A THIRST TO SPEND OUR FIRE AND RESTLESS FORCE 86 IN this lone open glade I lie, Screened by deep boughs on either hand. Those black-crowned, red-boled pine-trees stand. IN TRACKING OUT OUR TRUE, ORIGINAL COURSE."-ARNOLD. A THOUSAND GLIMPSES WINS, AND NEVER SEES A WHOLE."-MATTHEW ARNOLD. 17 |