Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
MATTHEW ARNOLDI do not believe today everything I believed yesterday I wonder will I believe tomorrow everything I believe today.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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But there remains the question: what righteousness really is. The method and secret and sweet reasonableness of Jesus.
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It is almost impossible to exaggerate the proneness of the human mind to take miracles as evidence, and to seek for miracles as evidence.
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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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The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
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And we forget because we must and not because we will.
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I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.
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Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
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The need of expansion is as genuine an instinct in man as the need in a plant for the light, or the need in man himself for going upright. The love of liberty is simply the instinct in man for expansion.
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Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.
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This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
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Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes, And heart profoundly stirred; And weep, and feel the fullness of the past, The years that are not more.
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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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Coleridge: poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
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Ah, love, let us be true To one another!
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