Years hence, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we, Which without hardness will be sage, And gay without frivolity.
MATTHEW ARNOLDCulture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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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 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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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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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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Style … is a peculiar recasting and heightening, under a certain condition of spiritual excitement, of what a man has to say, in such a manner as to add dignity and distinction to it.
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For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion.
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Sanity — 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.
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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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The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.
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And we forget because we must and not because we will.
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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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Philistinism! – We have not the expression in English. Perhaps we have not the word because we have so much of the thing.
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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.
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This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
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