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Matthew Arnold
#2
Werewolf
MA
8
ST
3
AG
3
AV
7
R
131
B
212
P
7
F
0
G
31
Cp
2
In
1
Cs
12
Td
7
Mvp
2
GPP
59
XPP
0
SPP
59
Injuries
-av, m
Skills
Catch
Claw
Frenzy
Block
Dodge
Side Step
Tackle
The Pagan World
<br>
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes,
The Roman noble lay;
He drove abroad, in furious guise,
Along the Appian way.
<br>
He made a feast, drank fierce and fast,
And crowned his hair with flowers -
No easier nor no quicker passed
The impracticable hours.
<br>
The brooding East with awe beheld
Her impious younger world.
The Roman tempest swelled and swelled,
And on her head was hurled.
<br>
The East bowed low before the blast
In patient, deep disdain;
She let the legions thunder past,
And plunged in thought again.
<br>
So well she mused, a morning broke
Across her spirit grey;
A conquering, new-born joy awoke,
And filled her life with day.
<br>
"Poor world," she cried, "so deep accurst
That runn'st from pole to pole
To seek a draught to slake thy thirst -
Go, seek it in thy soul!"
<br>
She heard it, the victorious West,
In crown and sword arrayed!
She felt the void which mined her breast,
She shivered and obeyed.
<br>
She veiled her eagles, snapped her sword,
And laid her sceptre down;
Her stately purple she abhorred,
And her imperial crown.
<br>
She broke her flutes, she stopped her sports,
Her artists could not please;
She tore her books, she shut her courts,
She fled her palaces;
<br>
Lust of the eye and pride of life
She left it all behind,
And hurried, torn with inward strife,
The wilderness to find.
<br>
Tears washed the trouble from her face!
She changed into a child!
Mid weeds and wrecks she stood -a place
Of ruin -but she smiled!
<br>
M. Arnold
<br>
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes,
The Roman noble lay;
He drove abroad, in furious guise,
Along the Appian way.
<br>
He made a feast, drank fierce and fast,
And crowned his hair with flowers -
No easier nor no quicker passed
The impracticable hours.
<br>
The brooding East with awe beheld
Her impious younger world.
The Roman tempest swelled and swelled,
And on her head was hurled.
<br>
The East bowed low before the blast
In patient, deep disdain;
She let the legions thunder past,
And plunged in thought again.
<br>
So well she mused, a morning broke
Across her spirit grey;
A conquering, new-born joy awoke,
And filled her life with day.
<br>
"Poor world," she cried, "so deep accurst
That runn'st from pole to pole
To seek a draught to slake thy thirst -
Go, seek it in thy soul!"
<br>
She heard it, the victorious West,
In crown and sword arrayed!
She felt the void which mined her breast,
She shivered and obeyed.
<br>
She veiled her eagles, snapped her sword,
And laid her sceptre down;
Her stately purple she abhorred,
And her imperial crown.
<br>
She broke her flutes, she stopped her sports,
Her artists could not please;
She tore her books, she shut her courts,
She fled her palaces;
<br>
Lust of the eye and pride of life
She left it all behind,
And hurried, torn with inward strife,
The wilderness to find.
<br>
Tears washed the trouble from her face!
She changed into a child!
Mid weeds and wrecks she stood -a place
Of ruin -but she smiled!
<br>
M. Arnold
Match performances
Date
Opponent
Comp
TD
Int
Cas
Mvp
Spp
2008-01-02
-
1
-
-
-
3
2008-01-02
-
-
-
2
-
4
2008-01-09
-
-
-
2
-
4
2008-01-10
-
1
-
-
-
3
2008-01-11
-
-
-
1
-
2
2008-05-18
1
-
-
-
-
1
2008-05-25
-
1
-
1
-
5
2008-05-29
-
1
-
1
-
5
2008-05-30
-
1
1
1
-
7
2008-08-07
1
1
-
-
-
4
2008-08-10
-
1
-
-
1
8
2008-08-24
-
-
-
1
-
2
2008-12-21
-
-
-
-
1
5
2008-12-24
-
-
-
2
-
4
2009-08-13
-
-
-
1
-
2