The grand stye arises in poetry, when a noble nature, poetically gifted, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAnd see all sights from pole to pole, And glance, and nod, and hustle by; And never once possess our soul Before we die.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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History – a vast Mississippi of falsehoods
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The bent of our time is towards science, towards knowing things as they are.
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Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.
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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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Years hence, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we, Which without hardness will be sage, And gay without frivolity.
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The power of the Latin classic is in character , that of the Greek is in beauty . Now character is capable of being taught, learnt, and assimilated: beauty hardly.
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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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I knew the mass of men conceal’d Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal’d They would by other men be met With blank indifference.
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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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I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.
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A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
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Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.
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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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Ah! two desires toss about The poet’s feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
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Art still has truth. Take refuge there.
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