Cruel, but composed and bland,
Dumb, inscrutable and grand,
So Tiberius might have sat,
Had Tiberius been a cat. – Matthew Arnold
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires,
She needs not June for beautys heightening… – Matthew Arnold
Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things. – Matthew Arnold
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 twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern. – Matthew Arnold