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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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1.92 Lord Armstrong 1927—<br />

It contains a misleading impression, not a lie. It was being economical with the truth.<br />

Referring to a letter during the ‘Spycatcher’ trial, Supreme Court, New South Wales, 18 November 1986, in<br />

‘Daily Telegraph’ 19 November 1986. Edmund Burke ‘Two letters on Proposals for Peace’ (1796) pt. 1, p.<br />

137, ‘Falsehood and delusion are allowed in no case whatsoever: But, as in the exercise <strong>of</strong> all the virtues,<br />

there is an economy <strong>of</strong> truth.’<br />

1.93 Sir Edwin Arnold 1832-1904<br />

Nor ever once ashamed<br />

So we be named<br />

Press-men; Slaves <strong>of</strong> the Lamp; Servants <strong>of</strong> Light.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Tenth Muse’ (1895) st. 18<br />

1.94 George Arnold 1834-65<br />

<strong>The</strong> living need charity more than the dead.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Jolly Old Pedagogue’<br />

1.95 Matthew Arnold 1822-88<br />

And we forget because we must<br />

And not because we will.<br />

‘Absence’<br />

Only—but this is rare—<br />

When a belovèd hand is laid in ours,<br />

When, jaded with the rush and glare<br />

Of the interminable hours,<br />

Our eyes can in another’s eyes read clear,<br />

When our world-deafened ear<br />

Is by the tones <strong>of</strong> a loved voice caressed—<br />

A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,<br />

And a lost pulse <strong>of</strong> feeling stirs again.<br />

<strong>The</strong> eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,<br />

And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Buried Life’ (1852) l. 77<br />

<strong>The</strong> Sea <strong>of</strong> Faith<br />

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore<br />

Lay like the folds <strong>of</strong> a bright girdle furled.<br />

But now I only hear<br />

Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,<br />

Retreating, to the breath<br />

Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

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