For this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
MATTHEW ARNOLDFor this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThe grand stye arises in poetry, when a noble nature, poetically gifted, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.
MATTHEW ARNOLDCulture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThey… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
MATTHEW ARNOLDNot deep the poet sees, but wide.
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 ARNOLDFate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
MATTHEW ARNOLDHistory – a vast Mississippi of falsehoods
MATTHEW ARNOLDThe eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.
MATTHEW ARNOLDWho hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAll knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men.
MATTHEW ARNOLDI 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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDJoy 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 ARNOLDNot a having and a resting, but a growing and a becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAh! two desires toss about The poet’s feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
MATTHEW ARNOLDYears hence, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we, Which without hardness will be sage, And gay without frivolity.
MATTHEW ARNOLD