Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThis strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!
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For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea; the idea is the fact. The strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry.
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And we forget because we must and not because we will.
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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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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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Let the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
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Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.
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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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Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
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Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows Like the wave; Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love tends life a little grace, A few sad smiles; and then, Both are laid in one cold place, In the grave.
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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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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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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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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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