A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAnd long we try in vain to speak and act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well — but ’tis not true!
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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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Culture being a pursuit of our total perfection by means of getting to know, on all the matters which most concern us, the best which has been thought and said in the world.
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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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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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For the creation of a masterwork of literature two powers must concur, the power of the man and the power of the moment, and the man is not enough without the moment.
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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Weep bitterly over the dead, for he is worthy, and then comfort thyself; drive heaviness away: thou shall not do him good, but hurt thyself.
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Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.
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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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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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Time 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?
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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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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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Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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