Matthew Arnold Quotes

"Fenced early in this cloistral round Of reverie, of shade, of prayer, How should we grow in other ground? How can we flower in foreign air? MPass, banners, pass, and bugles, cease; And leave our desert to its peace!"
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 205-210). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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So much unlearnt, so much resign'd— I come not here to be your foe! I seek these anchorites, not in ruth, To curse and to deny your truth;
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 75-78). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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But, where the road runs near the stream, Oft through the trees they catch a glance Of passing troops in the sun's beam— Pennon, and plume, and flashing lance! Forth to the world those soldiers fare, To life, to cities, and to war!
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 175-180). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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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. Sons of the world, oh, speed those years; But, while we wait, allow our tears!
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 157-162). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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What helps it now, that Byron bore, With haughty scorn which mock'd the smart, Through Europe to the Aetolian shore The pageant of his bleeding heart? That thousands counted every groan, And Europe made his woe her own?
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 133-138). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride— I come to shed them at their side.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 85-90). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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But—if you cannot give us ease— Last of the race of them who grieve Here leave us to die out with these Last of the people who believe! Silent, while years engrave the brow; Silent—the best are silent now.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 109-114). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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Our fathers water'd with their tears This sea of time whereon we sail, Their voices were in all men's ears Who pass'd within their puissant hail. Still the same ocean round us raves, But we stand mute, and watch the waves.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 121-126). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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The banners flashing through the trees Make their blood dance and chain their eyes; That bugle-music on the breeze Arrests them with a charm'd surprise. Banner by turns and bugle woo: Ye shy recluses, follow too!
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 187-192). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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We admire with awe The exulting thunder of your race; You give the universe your law, You triumph over time and space! Your pride of life, your tireless powers, We laud them, but they are not ours.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (l. 163-168). . . Selected Poems and Prose [Matthew Arnold]. Allot, Miriam, ed. (1993) J.M. Dent.
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