Time, so complain’d of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm’d hours.
MATTHEW ARNOLDYes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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For this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
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However, if I shall live to be eighty I shall probably be the only person left in England who reads anything but newspapers and scientific publications.
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Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!
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Years hence, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we, Which without hardness will be sage, And gay without frivolity.
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Not deep the poet sees, but wide.
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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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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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Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes, And heart profoundly stirred; And weep, and feel the fullness of the past, The years that are not more.
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Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?
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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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One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common–discontent.
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Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.
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This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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