...born" ("Stanzas from the Grand Chartreuse," 85-86). And in "The Buried Life" he stutters rhetorically, Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours, . . . When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a lov'd voice caress'd . . . then he thinks he knows The...

...act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well — but 'tis not true! Only — hut this is rare — When a beloved hand is laid in ours. When, jaded with the rush and glare Ol interminable hours. Our eyes can m another's eyes read elear. When our world-deafen 'd ear Is by...

...how, wafted at times from the far-ofl "verge of the soul, ''As from an infinitely distant land. dome airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day." These have a subtle likeness to \Yordsworlh's purer notes, a likeness undefined and unborrowed; (lie...

...time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day This is the authentic language of an attention drowsily but desperately turning to what lies only at...

...time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. (11.72-76) Arnold's poem ends on a note of calm, as though he had succeeded in giving his "nameless...

...impulse. In Grey Eminence, Huxley cites the following excerpt from Matthew Arnold's "The Buried Life": Only— but this is rare— When a beloved hand is laid in ours . . . , A bolt is shot back in our breast; . . . A man becomes aware of his life's flow And hears its...

...but emerges silently from simply being together. This is what Matthew Arnold refers to in his lines, Only — but this is rare — When a beloved hand...hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed — A bolt is shot back somewhere...