Matthew Arnold citáty
Matthew Arnold
Datum narození: 24. prosinec 1822
Datum úmrtí: 15. duben 1888
Matthew Arnold byl anglický básník, esejista a kulturní kritik. Působil jako profesor poesie na Oxfordské univerzitě a školní inspektor. Byl synem významného pedagoga Thomase Arnolda, ředitele internátní školy Rugby.
Citáty Matthew Arnold
Originál: (en) Brighton makes me bilious, and it is dusty and glaring, but it suits the children wonderfully, and there are moments in the day when the sea has a divine look.
Zdroj: [Arnold, Matthew, The letters of Matthew Arnold: 1866-1870, Svazek 3, University Press of Virginia, 1998, 138, anglicky]
„Není snadné užívat si slunce, lehce žít na jaře, milovat, myslet, konat?“
Zdroj: [Exley, Helen, Pro klid v duši 365 : Citáty na každý den, Zuzana Pavlová, Slovart, Praha, 2018, 368, 978-80-7529-518-7, 6]
„Ah, love, let us be true
To one another!“
— Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach
St. 4
Dover Beach (1867)
Kontext: Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
St. 6
Rugby Chapel (1867)
— Matthew Arnold, kniha Culture and Anarchy
Zdroj: Culture and Anarchy (1869), Ch. I, Sweetness and Light
Kontext: The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. He who works for sweetness and light, works to make reason and the will of God prevail. He who works for machinery, he who works for hatred, works only for confusion. Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
„Thou waitest for the spark from heaven!“
St. 18
The Scholar Gypsy (1853)
Kontext: Thou waitest for the spark from heaven! and we,
Light half-believers of our casual creeds,
Who never deeply felt, nor clearly will’d,
Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds,
Whose vague resolves never have been fulfill’d;
For whom each year we see
Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new;
Who hesitate and falter life away,
And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day—
Ah! do not we, wanderer! await it too?
"Preface to Poems" (1853)
Kontext: What actions are the most excellent? Those, certainly, which most powerfully appeal to the great primary human affections: to those elementary feelings which subsist permanently in the race, and which are independent of time. These feelings are permanent and the same; that which interests them is permanent and the same also.
Letter to Arthur Hugh Clough (December 1847/early 1848)
Kontext: Had Shakespeare and Milton lived in the atmosphere of modern feeling, had they had the multitude of new thoughts and feelings to deal with a modern has, I think it likely the style of each would have been far less curious and exquisite. For in a man style is the saying in the best way what you have to say. The what you have to say depends on your age. In the 17th century it was a smaller harvest than now, and sooner to be reaped; and therefore to its reaper was left time to stow it more finely and curiously. Still more was this the case in the ancient world. The poet's matter being the hitherto experience of the world, and his own, increases with every century.
„We cannot kindle when we will
The fire that in the heart resides“
"Morality" (1852), st. 1
Kontext: We cannot kindle when we will
The fire that in the heart resides,
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides; —
But tasks, in hours of insight willed,
Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.
— Matthew Arnold, kniha Empedocles on Etna
Act I, sc. ii
Empedocles on Etna (1852)
— Matthew Arnold, kniha Empedocles on Etna
Act I, sc. ii
Empedocles on Etna (1852)
— Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach
St. 4
Dover Beach (1867)
Kontext: Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.