Matthew Arnold, how to Know HimBobbs-Merrill Company, 1917 - 326 pages |
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... passage from which we emerge shorn of so many beams that we are almost tempted to quarrel with the law of nature which imposes it on us . " - Letters , I , 17 . Man ATTHEW ARNOLD is a charming but not an altogether conciliatory writer ...
... passage from which we emerge shorn of so many beams that we are almost tempted to quarrel with the law of nature which imposes it on us . " - Letters , I , 17 . Man ATTHEW ARNOLD is a charming but not an altogether conciliatory writer ...
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... passage had very deliberately taken his own nature under criticism and cultiva- tion . As he presents himself through his prose to our later time , he is the most rigorously disciplined of men , the most coherently purposeful of writers ...
... passage had very deliberately taken his own nature under criticism and cultiva- tion . As he presents himself through his prose to our later time , he is the most rigorously disciplined of men , the most coherently purposeful of writers ...
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... under the cedars and by the old pink aca- cia . " As this passage perhaps suggests , Arnold was touched less by the " outward shows of sky and · • earth " than by their human associations , their subtle CHARACTER AND CAREER 7.
... under the cedars and by the old pink aca- cia . " As this passage perhaps suggests , Arnold was touched less by the " outward shows of sky and · • earth " than by their human associations , their subtle CHARACTER AND CAREER 7.
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... passage in a letter of 1849 indicates the sort of distillation and concentration that were taking place in him while he was finding his " line " : " I have within this year read through all Homer's works , and all those ascribed to him ...
... passage in a letter of 1849 indicates the sort of distillation and concentration that were taking place in him while he was finding his " line " : " I have within this year read through all Homer's works , and all those ascribed to him ...
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... - mirable domestic temper are passages like this in a letter to his sister written in 1859 : " You can't 3 Matthew Arnold , London , 1904 , p . 8 . think how nicely the two boys go on with Mrs. CHARACTER AND CAREER 13.
... - mirable domestic temper are passages like this in a letter to his sister written in 1859 : " You can't 3 Matthew Arnold , London , 1904 , p . 8 . think how nicely the two boys go on with Mrs. CHARACTER AND CAREER 13.
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Page 66 - DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 220 - For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it. 25 For what is a man advantaged, if he gain the whole world, and lose himself, or be cast away?
Page 148 - More and more mankind will discover that we have to turn to poetry to interpret life for us, to console us, to sustain us. Without poetry, our science will appear incomplete ; and most of what now passes with us for religion and philosophy will be replaced by poetry.
Page 127 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Page 58 - But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour — Oh ! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent ; for surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent!
Page 148 - THE future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Page 238 - Religion says: The kingdom of God is within you; and culture, in like manner, places human perfection in an internal condition, in the growth and predominance of our humanity proper, as distinguished from our animality.
Page 115 - So, on the bloody sand, Sohrab lay dead. And the great Rustum drew his horseman's cloak Down o'er his face, and sate by his dead son. As those black granite pillars, once...
Page 148 - There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve. Our religion has materialised itself in the fact, in the supposed fact; it has attached its emotion to the fact, and now the fact is failing it.
Page 78 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet-William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.