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
lying men good-man
Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.
mean perfection culture
Culture being a pursuit of our total perfection by means of getting to know, on all the matters which most concern us, the best which has been thought and said in the world.
light perfection pursuit
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.
art refuge stills
Art still has truth. Take refuge there.
death truth men
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
world culture said
Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world
sea sick bears
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.
dust soul each-day
And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.
hiking mountain baldness
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
emotion ethics morality
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
inspirational reality literature
Journalism is literature in a hurry.
horse blow play
Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
life dream spring
Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with bitter tears, For their dead hopes; and all, Mazed with doubts, and sick with fears, Count the hours.
life sick disease
This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.