Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.
MATTHEW ARNOLDHome of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Art still has truth. Take refuge there.
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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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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
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Ah, love, let us be true To one another!
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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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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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To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
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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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Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.
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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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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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Whoever sets himself to see things as they are will find himself one of a very small circle but it is only by this small circle resolutely doing its own work that adequate ideas will ever get current at all.
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Greatness is a spiritual condition.
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It is – last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man
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