They… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
MATTHEW ARNOLDSay, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common–discontent.
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To thee only God granted A heart ever new: To all always open; To all always true.
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Weep bitterly over the dead, for he is worthy, and then comfort thyself; drive heaviness away: thou shall not do him good, but hurt thyself.
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Force and right are the governors of this world; force till right is ready.
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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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Sanity — that is the great virtue of the ancient literature; the want of that is the great defect of the modern, in spite of its variety and power.
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A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
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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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Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?
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The grand stye arises in poetry, when a noble nature, poetically gifted, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.
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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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On the breast of that huge Mississippi of falsehood called History, a foam-bell more or less is no consequence.
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Years hence, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we, Which without hardness will be sage, And gay without frivolity.
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Use your gifts faithfully, and they shall be enlarged; practice what you know, and you shall attain to higher knowledge.
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Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
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