121 ordspråk av Matthew Arnold
Matthew Arnold
...what thwarts us and demands of us the greatest effort is also what can teach us most.
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'Tis Apollo comes leading / His choir, the Nine. / The leader is fairest, / But all are divine.
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(Poetry) a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty
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[Oxford] whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age . . . Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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A wanderer is man from his birth. / He was born in a ship / On the breast of the river of Time.
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All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.
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All the live murmur of a summer's day.
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And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once possess our soul / Before we die.
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And then he thinks he knows The hills where his life rose, And the sea where it goes
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And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, / Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, self-secure / Didst tread on earth unguessed at. Better so!
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And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night
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And we forget because we must And not because we will
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Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
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Because thou must not dream, thou need not despair.
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But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.
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