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Ennobling this dull pomp, the life of kings, By contemplation of diviner things.
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Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery.
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What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise?
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I am past thirty, and three parts iced over.
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Matthew Arnold |
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How fair a lot to fillIs left to each man still.
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This truth--to prove, and make thine own: 'Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone.'
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Matthew Arnold |
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Peace, peace is what I seek and public calm, Endless extinction of unhappy hates.
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Matthew Arnold |
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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
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Matthew Arnold |
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The Celts certainly have it in a wonderful measure.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Such a price To become what we sing.
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Matthew Arnold |
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The free-thinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Choose equality.
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Matthew Arnold |
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That which in England we call the middle class is in America virtually the nation.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Yet they, believe me, who await No gifts from Chance, have conquer'd Fate.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Thou hast no right to bliss.
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Matthew Arnold |
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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening.
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Matthew Arnold |
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The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said!
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Matthew Arnold |
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Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Because without order there can be no society, and without society there can be no human perfection.
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Matthew Arnold |
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The men of culture are the true apostles of equality.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.
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Matthew Arnold |
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Coleridge, poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
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Matthew Arnold |
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A beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.
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Matthew Arnold |
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The crown of literature is poetry.
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