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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britský historikCitáty Matthew Arnold
„Brighton mne činí žlučovitým, a je prašný a nápadný, ale podivuhodně vhodný pro děti a jsou přes den okamžiky, kdy má moře božský vzhled.“
— Matthew Arnold
(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.
Source: [Arnold, Matthew, The letters of Matthew Arnold: 1866-1870, Svazek 3, University Press of Virginia, 1998, 138, anglicky]
„Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.“
— Matthew Arnold, kniha Empedocles on Etna
Empedocles on Etna (1852), Context: The sophist sneers: Fool, take
Thy pleasure, right or wrong!
The pious wail: Forsake
A world these sophists throng!
Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
Act I, sc. ii
„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
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855), 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.
„And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.“
— Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach
Dover Beach (1867), Context: 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. 4
„For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion.“
— Matthew Arnold
Context: For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea; the idea is the fact. The strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry.
Introduction to Ward's English Poets (1880)
„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
„The heart less bounding at emotion new,
And hope, once crush’d, less quick to spring again.“
— Matthew Arnold, Thyrsis
Thyrsis (1866), 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
„Silent — the best are silent now.“
— Matthew Arnold
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855), 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.
„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
„Now the wild white horses play,
Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.“
— Matthew Arnold
The Forsaken Merman (1849), 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
