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.
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„Silent — the best are silent now.“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: But — if you cannot give us ease —
Last of the race of them who grieve
Here leave us to die out with these
Last of the people who believe!
Silent, while years engrave the brow;
Silent — the best are silent now. Achilles ponders in his tent,
The kings of modern thought are dumb,
Silent they are though not content,
And wait to see the future come.
They have the grief men had of yore,
But they contend and cry no more.
„Ah! do not we, wanderer! await it too?“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: 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?
St. 18
„Forgive me, masters of the mind!
At whose behest I long ago
So much unlearnt, so much resign'd —
I come not here to be your foe!“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: Forgive me, masters of the mind!
At whose behest I long ago
So much unlearnt, so much resign'd —
I come not here to be your foe!
I seek these anchorites, not in ruth,
To curse and to deny your truth; Not as their friend, or child, I speak!
But as, on some far northern strand,
Thinking of his own Gods, a Greek
In pity and mournful awe might stand
Before some fallen Runic stone —
For both were faiths, and both are gone.
„Now the wild white horses play,
Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: Come, dear children, let us away;
Down and away below.
Now my brothers call from the bay;
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.
Children dear, let us away.
This way, this way!
St. 1
„Not till the hours of light return
All we have built do we discern.“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day and wish’t were done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built do we discern.
"Morality" (1852), lines 7-12
„Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: 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.
Ch. I, Sweetness and Light
„We cannot kindle when we will
The fire that in the heart resides“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: 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.
"Morality" (1852), st. 1
„The heart less bounding at emotion new,
And hope, once crush’d, less quick to spring again.“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night
In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.
I see her veil draw soft across the day,
I feel her slowly chilling breath invade
The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey;
I feel her finger light
Laid pausefully upon life’s headlong train; —
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew,
The heart less bounding at emotion new,
And hope, once crush’d, less quick to spring again.
St. 14
„We, in some unknown Power's employ,
Move on a rigorous line“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: We, in some unknown Power's employ,
Move on a rigorous line;
Can neither, when we will, enjoy,
Nor, when we will, resign.
"Stanzas in Memory of the Author of "Obermann"" (1852), st. 34
