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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDIf there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Not deep the poet sees, but wide.
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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
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Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.
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Nor bring, to see me cease to live, Some doctor full of phrase and fame, To shake his sapient head, and give The ill he cannot cure a name.
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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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For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion.
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At the present moment two things about the Christian religion must surely be clear to anybody with eyes in his head. One is, that men cannot do without it; the other, that they cannot do with it as it is.
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I do not believe today everything I believed yesterday I wonder will I believe tomorrow everything I believe today.
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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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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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They… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
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Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.
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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 eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.
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