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Слушать(AI)To a Republican Friend
God knows it,
I am with you.
If to
Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few,
But priz'd, but lov'd, but eminent in you,
Man's fundamental life: if to
The barren optimistic
Of comfortable moles, whom what they
Teaches the limit of the just and true—And for such doing have no need of eyes:
If sadness at the long heart-wasting
Wherein earth's great ones are disquieted:
If thoughts, not idle, while before me
The armies of the homeless and unfed:—If these are yours, if this is what you are,
Then am I yours, and what you feel,
I share.
Matthew Arnold
Matthew Arnold (24 December 1822 – 15 April 1888) was an English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools. He was the son
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