Matthew Arnold Quotes

Thou waitest for the spark from heaven!
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. The Scholar-Gipsy (l. 171). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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Light half-believers of our casual creeds, Who never deeply felt, nor clearly will'd, Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds, Whose vague resolves never have been fulfill'd.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. The Scholar-Gipsy, l. 172-5 (1853).
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Still nursing the unconquerable hope, Still clutching the inviolable shade.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. The Scholar-Gipsy, st. 22 (1853).
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each year we see Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new;
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. The Scholar-Gipsy (l. 176-177). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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Once pass'd I blindfold here, at any hour, Now seldom come I, since I came with him. That single elm-tree bright Against the west—I miss it! is it gone?
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Thyrsis (l. 24-27). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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I fell her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train;— The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888). Thyrsis (l. 137-141). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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That sweet city with her dreaming spires.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. "Thyrsis," l. 19 (1866). Referring to Oxford, where Arnold was Professor of Poetry at the university 1857-1867.
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Unbreachable the fort Of the long-batter'd world uplifts its wall; And strange and vain the earthly turmoil grows, And near and real the charm of thy repose, And night as welcome as a friend would fall.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Thyrsis (l. 146-150). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here, But once I knew each field, each flower, each stick;
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Thyrsis (l. 31-32). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Thyrsis, st. 14 (1866).
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