|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Matthew Arnold. (18221888) (continued)|
| This strange disease of modern life.|
| The Scholar Gypsy.|
| Ennobling this dull pomp, the life of kings,|
By contemplation of diviner things.
| Yet they, believe me, who await|
No gifts from chance, have conquered Fate.
| Let the long contention cease!|
Geese are swans and swans are geese!
| The last Word.|
| The same heart beats in every human breast.|
| The buried Life.|
| To thee only God granted|
A heart ever new:
To all always open;
To all always true.
| Switzerland. Parting.|
| Radiant with ardour divine!|
Beacons of Hope ye appear!
Languor is not in your heart,
Weakness is not in your word,
Weariness not on your brow.
| Rugby Chapel.|
| Peace, peace is what I seek and public calm,|
Endless extinction of unhappy hates.
| With women the heart argues, not the mind.|
| We do not what we ought,|
What we ought not, we do,
And lean upon the thought
That Chance will bring us through.
| Empedocles on Etna.|
| The will is free;|
Strong is the soul, and wise and beautiful;
The seeds of godlike power are in us still;
Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes, if we will!
| Written in Emersons Essays.|