Matthew Arnold
Matthew Arnold
Matthew Arnoldwas an English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools. He was the son of Thomas Arnold, the famed headmaster of Rugby School, and brother to both Tom Arnold, literary professor, and William Delafield Arnold, novelist and colonial administrator. Matthew Arnold has been characterised as a sage writer, a type of writer who chastises and instructs the reader on contemporary social issues...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth24 December 1822
forth lost
Friends who set forth at our side, / Falter, are lost in the storm. / We, we only, are left!
english-poet finds loses resolve
Resolve to find thyself; and to know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
english-poet finds loses resolve
Resolve to be thyself; and know that who finds himself, loses his misery.
genius seems sphere
It always seems to me that the right sphere for Shelley's genius was the sphere of music, not of poetry.
attic glory life mellow saw
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole: / The mellow glory of the Attic stage.
near neighbor patience sad
With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair.
apollo leader leading tis
Tis Apollo comes leading / His choir, the Nine. / The leader is fairest, / But all are divine.
high quick soon thou wilt
Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go? / Soon will the high midsummer pomps come on.
floor shine stars whose
From whose floor the new-bathed stars / Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
morality religion simply touched
The true meaning of religion is thus, not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
english-poet perfection
Not a having and a resting, but a growing and becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
enjoyed lived small
It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.
god light pursuit reason sweetness works
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. . . ./ He who works for sweetness and light united, works to make reason and the will of God prevail.
brings dust forget memory petty souls
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.