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Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) To the Duke of Wellington ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED. Because thou hast believed, the wheels of life Stand never idle, but go always round; Not by their hands, who vex the patient ground, Moved only; but by genius, in the strife Of all its chafing torrents after thaw, Urged; and to feed whose movement, spinning sand, The feeble sons of pleasure set their hand; And, in this vision of the general law, Hast labored, but with purpose; hast become Laborious, persevering, serious, firm,-- For this, thy track across the fretful foam Of vehement actions without scope or term, Called history, keeps a splendor; due to wit, Which saw one clew to life, and followed it. Matthew Arnold's other poems: ![]() Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1152 |
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