The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
MATTHEW ARNOLDWith aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish ’twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.
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Coleridge: poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
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All the live murmur of a summer’s day.
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Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
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The sophist sneers: Fool, take Thy pleasure, right or wrong! The pious wail: Forsake A world these sophists throng! Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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Below the surface stream, shallow and light, Of what we say and feel below the stream, As light, of what we think we feel, there flows With noiseless current, strong, obscure and deep, The central stream of what we feel indeed.
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Culture being a pursuit of our total perfection by means of getting to know, on all the matters which most concern us, the best which has been thought and said in the world.
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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common–discontent.
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Not deep the poet sees, but wide.
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The difference between genuine poetry and the poetry of Dryden, Pope, and all their school, is briefly this: their poetry is conceived and composed in their wits, genuine poetry is conceived and composed in the soul.
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Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.
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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.
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Time may restore us in his course Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force: But where will Europe’s latter hour Again find Wordsworth’s healing power?
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