Matthew Arnold Quotes
We forget because we must And not because we will.
But often, in the world's most crowded streets,But often, in the din of strife,There rises an unspea...
Show MoreTo have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.
The pursuit of the perfect then is the pursuit of sweetness and light.
Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald with a baldness full of grandeur.
Who hesitate and falter life away and lose tomorrow the ground won today.
For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And purged its faith, and trimm'd its fire, Show'd me the hig...
Show MoreIs it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun to have lived light in the spring to have loved to...
Show MoreConduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.
Nor does the being hungry prove that we have bread.
It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to...
Show MoreWaiting from heaven for the spark to fall.
The same heart beats in every human breast.
Resolve to be thyself and know that who finds himself loses his misery.
Nature with equal mind sees all her sons at play sees man control the wind the wind sweep man aw...
Show MoreThe nice sense of measure is certainly not one of Nature's gifts to her English children ... we have...
Show MoreResolve to be thyself ... he who finds himself loses his misery!
Alas, is even Love too weak to unlock the heart and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to revea...
Show MoreThis strange disease of modern life with its sick hurry its divided aims.
They who await no gifts from chance have conquered fate.
Resolve to be thyself and know that he who finds himself loses his misery.
Poetry a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic tru...
Show MoreThe sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits;- on the French coast t...
Show MoreAh, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of ...
Show More, And you, ye stars,Who slowly begin to marshal,As of old, the fields of heaven,Your distant, melanc...
Show MoreCome to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!For so the night will more than payThe...
Show MoreBut often, in the world’s most crowded streets,But often, in the din of strife,There rises an unspea...
Show MoreOnly--but this is rare--When a beloved hand is laid in ours,When, jaded with the rush and glareOf th...
Show MoreUp the still, glistening beaches,Up the creeks we will hie,Over banks of bright seaweedThe ebb-tide ...
Show MoreFor rigorous teachers seized my youth,And purged its faith, and trimmed its fire,Showed me the high,...
Show MoreJournalism is literature in a hurry.
Poetry is simply the most beautiful impressive and widely effective mode of saying things.
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand...
Show MoreTruth sits upon the lips of dying men.
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
