From the Poets
SHAKESPEARE. Others abide our question—Thou art free! We ask and ask—Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge! So some sovran hill Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwellingplace Spares but the border, often, of his base To the foil'd searching of mortality; And thou, whose head did stars and sunbeams know, Sdf-school’d, self-scann’d, self-honoured, self-secure, Didst walk on earth unguess’d at — Better 80! All pains the immortal spirit must endure, All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow, Find their sole voice in that victorious brow. —Matthew Arnold.
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Southland Times, Issue 19924, 17 July 1926, Page 22 (Supplement)
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105From the Poets Southland Times, Issue 19924, 17 July 1926, Page 22 (Supplement)
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