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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDNature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
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It is – last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man
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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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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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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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Have something to say, and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret.
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They… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
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Force and right are the governors of this world; force till right is ready.
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Nature’s great law, and the law of all men’s minds? To its own impulse every creature stirs: Live by thy light, and Earth will live by hers.
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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.
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Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy to excite love, interest, and admiration; and the outward proof of possessing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration.
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Greatness is a spiritual condition.
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I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.
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Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
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With 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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