Quote #11
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day and wish't were done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.
More from Matthew Arnold
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- Calm soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city's jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar.
- And long we try in vain to speak and act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well - but 'tis not true!
- We cannot kindle when we will The fire that in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides; - But tasks,…
- Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery.
- Ennobling this dull pomp, the life of kings, By contemplation of diviner things.
- What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise?