George Arnold
George Arnold
air bring cool dry exceeding fresh health joy laughter promise spring sweet vigor
O sweet September, they first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, the cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring and promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
effective hence impressive mode poetry saying simply widely
Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things, and hence their importance.
learn life rest
Learn while you're young', he often said, 'there is much to enjoy, down here below, life for the living, and rest for the dead!
bed dead happy jolly living night sang though
And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should live, though the dead be dead.' Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
charity dead living
The living need more charity than the dead
lying autumn naked
O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
loss beer love-is
But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross!
needs charity
The living need charity more than the dead.
sweet laughter spring
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
death
Life for the living, and rest for the dead!
happiness eye night
Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as snow, But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye. And he sang every night as he went to bed, "Let us be happy down here below: The living should live, though the dead be dead." Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
love teaching taught
Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this--who once has loved, loves never on earth again!
lonely sweet men
Ah, many a one has started forth with hope and purpose high; Has fought throughout a weary life, and passed all pleasure by; Has burst all flowery chains by which men aye have been enthralled; Has been stone-deaf to voices sweet, that softly, sadly called; Has scorned the flashing goblet with the bubbles on its brim; Has turned his back on jewelled hands that madly beckoned him; Has, in a word, condemned himself to follow out his plan By stern and lonely labor--and has died, a conquered man!
summer summer-days
I let my summer days pass idly on.