All the live murmur of a summer’s day.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAll the live murmur of a summer’s day.
MATTHEW ARNOLDTime may restore us in his course Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force: But where will Europe’s latter hour Again find Wordsworth’s healing power?
MATTHEW ARNOLDHow many minds–almost all the great ones–were formed in secrecy and solitude!
MATTHEW ARNOLDColeridge: poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThe 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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDOnce read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.
MATTHEW ARNOLDHistory – a vast Mississippi of falsehoods
MATTHEW ARNOLDLife is not having and getting, but being and becoming
MATTHEW ARNOLDA wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
MATTHEW ARNOLDBelow 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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDLet the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
MATTHEW ARNOLDFate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
MATTHEW ARNOLDIt 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
MATTHEW ARNOLDI keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThe freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAll the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.
MATTHEW ARNOLD