Ah, love, let us be true To one another!
MATTHEW ARNOLDAh, love, let us be true To one another!
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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDTime, so complain’d of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm’d hours.
MATTHEW ARNOLDNot deep the poet sees, but wide.
MATTHEW ARNOLDNature’s great law, and the law of all men’s minds? To its own impulse every creature stirs: Live by thy light, and Earth will live by hers.
MATTHEW ARNOLDNow 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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThe difference between genuine poetry and the poetry of Dryden, Pope, and all their school, is briefly this: their poetry is conceived and composed in their wits, genuine poetry is conceived and composed in the soul.
MATTHEW ARNOLDUse your gifts faithfully, and they shall be enlarged; practice what you know, and you shall attain to higher knowledge.
MATTHEW ARNOLDLife is not having and getting, but being and becoming
MATTHEW ARNOLDLet the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
MATTHEW ARNOLDJournalism is literature in a hurry.
MATTHEW ARNOLDWho hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThis strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
MATTHEW ARNOLDWaiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
MATTHEW ARNOLDSay, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
MATTHEW ARNOLDSanity — that is the great virtue of the ancient literature; the want of that is the great defect of the modern, in spite of its variety and power.
MATTHEW ARNOLD