Sohrab and Rustum: With Other PoemsGinn & Company, 1906 - 107 pages |
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Sohrab and Rustum: With Other Poems Aid Worker Specialising in Post-Conflict Reconstruction Matthew Arnold No preview available - 2015 |
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Page 53 - The sea is calm to-night. 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.
Page 54 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Page 53 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 37 - She sate by the pillar ; we saw her clear : ' Margaret, hist ! come quick, we are here Dear heart,' I said, ' we are long alone. The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Page 30 - Brimming, and bright, and large ; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents ; that for many a league The shorn and parcell'd Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain- cradle in Pamere, A foil'd circuitous wanderer...
Page 74 - This winter-eve is warm, Humid the air! leafless, yet soft as spring, The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening, Lovely all times she lies, lovely to-night!— Only, methinks, some loss of habit's power Befalls me wandering through this upland dim. Once passed I blindfold here, at any hour; Now seldom come I, since I came with him.
Page 23 - And he desired to draw forth the steel, And let the blood flow free, and so to die — But first he would convince his stubborn foe ; And, rising sternly on one arm, he said : — 'Man, who art thou who dost deny my words?
Page 37 - in the world they say. Come!" I said, and we rose through the surf in the bay. We went up the beach, by the sandy down Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the whitewalled town.
Page 37 - Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away ? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.
Page 53 - Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.