Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAll the live murmur of a summer’s day.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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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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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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Style … is a peculiar recasting and heightening, under a certain condition of spiritual excitement, of what a man has to say, in such a manner as to add dignity and distinction to it.
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Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!
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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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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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Philistinism! – We have not the expression in English. Perhaps we have not the word because we have so much of the thing.
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Not a having and a resting, but a growing and a becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
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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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Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.
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Genius is mainly an affair of energy.
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Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
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Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
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