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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Matthew Arnold. (1822–1888) (continued)
    Strew on her roses, roses,
  And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes;
  Ah, would that I did too!
    To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost
Which blamed the living man.
          Growing old.
    Time may restore us in his course
Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force;
But where will Europe’s latter hour
Again find Wordsworth’s healing power?
          Memorial Verses.
    Wandering between two worlds,—one dead,
The other powerless to be born.
          Stanzas from the grande Chartreuse.
    The kings of modern thought are dumb.
          Stanzas from the grande Chartreuse.
    Calm Soul of all things! make it mine
  To feel, amid the city’s jar,
That there abides a place of thine,
  Man did not make, and can not mar.
          Lines written in Kensington Gardens.
    We, in some unknown Power’s employ,
  Move on a rigorous line;
Can neither, when we will, enjoy,
  Nor, when we will, resign.
          Stanzas in Memory of the Author of “Obermann.”
      And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
  Where ignorant armies clash by night.
          Dover Beach.
    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.