Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
MATTHEW ARNOLD
They… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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And we forget because we must and not because we will.
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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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On the breast of that huge Mississippi of falsehood called History, a foam-bell more or less is no consequence.
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Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows Like the wave; Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love tends life a little grace, A few sad smiles; and then, Both are laid in one cold place, In the grave.
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Use your gifts faithfully, and they shall be enlarged; practice what you know, and you shall attain to higher knowledge.
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Business could not make dull, nor passion wild; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole.
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Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
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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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All the live murmur of a summer’s day.
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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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If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.
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Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.
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The grand stye arises in poetry, when a noble nature, poetically gifted, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.
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Life is the application of noble and profound ideas to life.
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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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