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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDPoetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
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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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And 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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Culture, then, is a study of perfection, and perfection which insists on becoming something rather than in having something, in an inward condition of the mind and spirit, not in an outward set of circumstances.
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Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
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I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.
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Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one
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Genius is mainly an affair of energy.
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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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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
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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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Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
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Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
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