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
eye whales sailing
Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye.
righteousness eternal
The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.
sweet jesus secret
But there remains the question: what righteousness really is. The method and secret and sweet reasonableness of Jesus.
men dying lips
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.
inspiration reading israel
And as long as the world lasts, all who want to make progress in righteousness will come to Israel for inspiration, as to the people who have had the sense for righteousness most glowing and strongest; and in hearing and reading the words Israel has uttered for us, carers for conduct will find a glow and a force they could find nowhere else.
men world fool
The sophist sneers: Fool, take Thy pleasure, right or wrong! The pious wail: Forsake A world these sophists throng! Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
heart sick modern-life
O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife.
winning wind soul
Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins, And never sees a whole.
mean self discipline
If one were searching for the best means to efface and kill in a whole nation the discipline of self-respect, the feeling for what is elevated, he could do no better than take the American newspapers.
men saint be-a-man
Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
bird tree dawn
Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
stars home sea
Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foiled circuitous wanderertill at last The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
emotion heart less quick spring
The heart less bounding at emotion new, / The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.
coins face free lives people
You will be out of the lives of free people everywhere. Your face will be off the coins and with that, your arrogant, undue influence. Everywhere. ... Everywhere. .. Every. ...