“Truth sits upon the lips of dying men,
And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.”
Matthew Arnold Sohrab and Rustum
"Sohrab and Rustum" (1853), lines 656-657
“Truth sits upon the lips of dying men,
And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.”
Matthew Arnold Sohrab and Rustum
"Sohrab and Rustum" (1853), lines 656-657
" The Buried Life http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/arnold/writings/buriedlife.html" (1852), st. 2 <br class="br">Context: Alas! is even love too weak<br>To unlock the heart, and let it speak?<br>Are even lovers powerless to reveal<br>To one another what indeed they feel?<br>I knew the mass of men conceal'd<br>Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd<br>They would by other men be met<br>With blank indifference, or with blame reproved;<br>I knew they lived and moved<br>Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest<br>Of men, and alien to themselves — and yet<br>The same heart beats in every human breast!
Wordsworth, originally published as "Preface to the Poems of Wordsworth" in Macmillan's Magazine (July 1879)
Essays in Criticism, second series (1888)
Context: If what distinguishes the greatest poets is their powerful and profound application of ideas to life, which surely no good critic will deny, then to prefix to the word ideas here the term moral makes hardly any difference, because human life itself is in so preponderating a degree moral.
It is important, therefore, to hold fast to this: that poetry is at bottom a criticism of life; that the greatness of a poet lies in his powerful and beautiful application of ideas to life — to the question, How to live. Morals are often treated in a narrow and false fashion, they are bound up with systems of thought and belief which have had their day, they are fallen into the hands of pedants and professional dealers, they grow tiresome to some of us. We find attraction, at times, even in a poetry of revolt against them; in a poetry which might take for its motto Omar Khayam's words: "Let us make up in the tavern for the time which we have wasted in the mosque." Or we find attractions in a poetry indifferent to them, in a poetry where the contents may be what they will, but where the form is studied and exquisite. We delude ourselves in either case; and the best cure for our delusion is to let our minds rest upon that great and inexhaustible word life, until we learn to enter into its meaning. A poetry of revolt against moral ideas is a poetry of revolt against life; a poetry of indifference towards moral ideas is a poetry of indifference towards life.
"The Buried Life" (1852), st. 6
Matthew Arnold book Culture and Anarchy
Source: Culture and Anarchy (1869), Ch. I, Sweetness and Light
In a letter to his sister, New Year's Day, 1882. Quoted in the Preface
Matthew Arnold's Notebooks (1902)
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855)
Matthew Arnold book Culture and Anarchy
Preface, 1st Ed
Culture and Anarchy (1869)
Source: Resignation (1849), l. 215-218
"To Marguerite, in Returning a Volume of the Letters of Ortis" (1852), stanza 1