Matthew Arnold: Growing Old
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath?
—Yes, but not this alone.
January 12, 2019 · 1 Comment
Matthew Arnold: Dover Beach
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 … Continue reading
March 20, 2016 · 5 Comments