Tis not to see the world
As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,
And heart profoundly stirred;
And weep, and feel the fullness of the past,
The years that are not more. – Matthew Arnold
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur. – Matthew Arnold
Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties! – Matthew Arnold
The working-class is now issuing from its hiding-place to assert an Englishmans heaven-born privilege of doing as he likes, and is beginning to perplex us by marching where it likes, meeting where it likes, bawling what it likes, breaking what it likes. – Matthew Arnold