Matthew Arnold

Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole The mellow glory of the Attic stage.

The young light-hearted masters of the waves.

Resolve to be thyself and know that who finds himself, loses his misery.

France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties

It is almost impossible to exaggerate the proneness of the human mind to take miracles as evidence, and to seek for miracles as evidence.

Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.

It is so small a think to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.

He Chaucer lacks the high seriousness of the great classics, and therewith an important part of their virtue.

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man

When we first saw the news of the bombing we didn't know he was out there in Bali,

Know, man hath all which nature hath, but more, and in that more lie all his hopes of good

But the majestic river floated on, Out of the mist and hum of that low land, Into the frosty starlight, and there moved, Rejoicing, through the hushed Chorasmian waste, Under the solitary moon.

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

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.

All the live murmur of a summer's day.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.

The grand style arises in poetry, when a noble nature, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject

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.

Tired of knocking at Preferment's door.

Because thou must not dream, thou need not despair.

With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair.

Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.

...what thwarts us and demands of us the greatest effort is also what can teach us most.