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Matthew Arnold anticipates Twitter:

And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)

from ‘Dover Beach’ (1851)

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Date: July 7th, 2017 03:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] shewhomust
Good point!

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Date: July 8th, 2017 12:16 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jsburbidge
Then through the great town’s harsh, heart-wearying roar,
Let in thy voice a whisper often come,
To chase fatigue and fear:
Why faintest thou? I wander’d till I died.
Roam on! the light we sought is shining still.
Dost thou ask proof? Our Tree yet crowns the hill,
Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.

-Thyrsis (1861)