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And through the woods, another way,
Faint bugle-notes from far are borne,
Where hunters gather, staghounds bay,
Round some old forest-lodge at morn.

— Matthew Arnold

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Nature, with equal mind,
Sees all her sons at play
Sees man control the wind,
The wind sweep man away.

Empedocles on Etna (1852)

And that sweet city with her dreaming spires,
She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.

Thyrsis (1866)

Everything in our political life tends to hide from us that there is anything wiser than our ordinary selves.

Culture and Anarchy (1869)

Hither and thither spins
The wind-borne mirroring soul,
A thousand glimpses wins,
And never sees a whole.

Empedocles on Etna (1852)

Peace, peace is what I seek, and public calm,
Endless extinction of unhappy hates.

Merope (1858)

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