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; 11. Matthew Arnold, how to Know Him - Page 67by Stuart Pratt Sherman - 1917 - 326 pagesFull view - About this book
| 1882 - 972 pages
...of want and misery, and, in the mournful words of Matthew Arnold, are ready to declare that . . . " the world which seems To lie before us like a land...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ;" and one can feel nothing of . . . " that blessed mood In which the burden of the mystery, In which the... | |
| 1872 - 590 pages
...too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled ; But now 1 only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And here we are as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant... | |
| Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1872 - 594 pages
...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...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And here we are as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant... | |
| 1872 - 1176 pages
...the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. " Ah, love, let us be (me To one another ! — for the world which seems To...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And here we are as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant... | |
| 1879 - 690 pages
...faith Was once, too, at its full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing...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,... | |
| Anna Lydia Ward - 1883 - 662 pages
...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the /Egean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as in a drifting plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and fright When ignorant armies clash by... | |
| 1888 - 618 pages
...more of the possibilities of the future than the dogmas or the doubts of the intellect. ' Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a laud of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy; nor love, nor light, Nor... | |
| 1891 - 806 pages
...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...the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, bo vaiious. so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor rectitude,... | |
| 1928 - 556 pages
...gush of reliance on love as the panacea, he returns to an extended expression of his pessimism. .... 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 [Let it be noted,} nor... | |
| Free Religious Association (Boston, Mass.). Meeting - 1894 - 906 pages
...to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. * * * * 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,... | |
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