Oh, born in days when wits were fresh and clear, A — Matthew Arnold

Oh, born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o’ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife.

The Scholar Gypsy, st. 21

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