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Worldly Place

Even in a palace, life may be led well!     So spake the imperial sage, purest of men,     Marcus Aurelius.

But the stifling den     Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell,     Our freedom for a little bread we sell,     And drudge under some foolish master's ken     Who rates us if we peer outside our pen—     Match'd with a palace, is not this a hell?     Even in a palace!

On his truth sincere,    Who spoke these words, no shadow ever came;    And when my ill-school'd spirit is aflame    Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win,    I'll stop, and say: "There were no succour here!    The aids to noble life are all within."

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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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