<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From the Hymn of Empedocles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IS it so small a thing<br> To have enjoy'd the sun,<br> To have lived light in the spring,<br> To have loved, to have thought, to have done;<br> To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That we must feign a bliss<br> Of doubtful future date,<br> And while we dream on this<br> Lose all our present state,<br> And relegate to worlds yet distant our repose?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not much, I know, you prize<br> What pleasures may be had,<br> Who look on life with eyes<br> Estranged, like mine, and sad:<br> And yet the village churl feels the truth more than you;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who 's loth to leave this life<br> Which to him little yields:<br> His hard-task'd sunburnt wife,<br> His often-labour'd fields;<br> The boors with whom he talk'd, the country spots he knew.<br> <br> But thou, because thou hear'st<br> Men scoff at Heaven and Fate;<br> Because the gods thou fear'st<br> Fail to make blest thy state,<br> Tremblest, and wilt not dare to trust the joys there are.<br> <br> I say, Fear not! life still<br> Leaves human effort scope.<br> But, since life teems with ill,<br> Nurse no extravagant hope.<br> Because thou must not dream, thou need'st not then despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456499" data-title="From the Hymn of Empedocles de Matthew Arnold" data-description="IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes; That we must feign a bliss Of doubtful future date,..."></div> </div> </div>

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