For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion.
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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If one were searching for the best means to efface and kill in a whole nation the discipline of self-respect, the feeling for what is elevated, he could do no better than take the American newspapers.
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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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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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Greatness is a spiritual condition.
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France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.
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It is a very great thing to be able to think as you like; but, after all, an important question remains: what you think.
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Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!
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Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.
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Art still has truth. Take refuge there.
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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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Nature, 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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Force and right are the governors of this world; force till right is ready.
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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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The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
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