Still bent to make some port he knows not where,
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Still standing for some false impossible shore.
“A Summer Night,” l. 68-9 (1852)
Still bent to make some port he knows not where,
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Still standing for some false impossible shore.
“A Summer Night,” l. 68-9 (1852)
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
“Dover Beach,” l. 35-37 (1867)
With aching hands and bleeding feet
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day and wish’t were done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built do we discern.
“Morality,” ll. 7-12 (1852)
Full text.
What is the course of the life
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Of mortal men on the earth?—
Most men eddy about
Here and there—eat and drink,
Chatter and love and hate,
Gather and squander, are raised
Aloft, are hurl’d in the dust,
Striving blindly, achieving
Nothing; and, then they die—
Perish; and no one asks
Who or what they have been,
More than he asks what waves
In the moonlit solitudes mild
Of the midmost Ocean, have swell’d,
Foam’d for a moment, and gone.
“Rugby Chapel,” st. 6 (1867)
Full text.
We, in some unknown Power’s employ,
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Move on a rigorous line;
Can neither, when we will, enjoy,
Nor, when we will, resign.
“Stanzas in Memory of the Author of ‘Obermann’”, s. 34 (1852)
But often, in the world’s most crowded streets,
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us, to know
Whence our lives come and where they go.
“The Buried Life,” st. 6 (1852)
Full text.
Yet the will is free;
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Strong is the soul, and wise, and beautiful;
The seeds of god-like power are in us still;
Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes, if we will!
“Written in Emerson’s Essays” (1849).
Full text.
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. He who works for sweetness and light, works to make reason and the will of God prevail. He who works for machinery, he who works for hatred, works only for confusion. Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Culture and Anarchy, ch. 1 “Sweetness and Light” (1869)
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It is a very great thing to be able to think as you like; but, after all, an important question remains: what you think.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Democracy (1861)
Nations are not truly great solely because the individuals composing them are numerous, free, and active; but they are great when these numbers, this freedom, and this activity are employed in the service of an ideal higher than that of an ordinary man, taken by himself.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Democracy (1861)
We do not what we ought,
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
What we ought not, we do,
And lean upon the thought
That chance will bring us through.
Empedocles on Etna Act I, sc. ii (1852)
Full text.
The sophist sneers: Fool, take
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Thy pleasure, right or wrong!
The pious wail: Forsake
A world these sophists throng!
Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
Empedocles on Etna, Act I, sc. ii (1852)
Full text.
Thou hast no right to bliss.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Empedocles on Etna, Act I, sc. ii (1852)
Full text.
Is it so small a thing
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
To have enjoy’d the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanc’d true friends, and beat down baffling foes?
Empedocles on Etna, Act I, sc. ii (1852)
Full text.
The free-thinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
God and the Bible (1875)
Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Literature and Dogma, ch. 1 (1873)
Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Literature and Dogma, preface (1873)
We cannot kindle when we will
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
The fire that in the heart resides,
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides; —
But tasks, in hours of insight willed,
Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.
Morality, st. 1 (1852)
Full text.
Below the surface stream, shallow and light,
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
Of what we say and feel — below the stream,
As light, of what we think we feel, there flows
With noiseless current, strong, obscure and deep,
The central stream of what we feel indeed.
St. Paul and Protestantism (1870)
Ah! two desires toss about
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet and critic
The poet’s feverish blood;
One drives him to the world without,
And one to solitude.
Stanzas in Memory of the Author of “Obermann” (1852), st. 24.
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