George Arnold
George Arnold
summer summer-days
I let my summer days pass idly on.
summer sleep dark
A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap.
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!