• 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

    Matthew Arnold
  • Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again.For then the night will more than payThe hopeless longing of the day

    Matthew Arnold
  • Journalism is literature in a hurry

    Matthew Arnold
  • The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits;- on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay

    Matthew Arnold
  • Alas, is even Love too weak to unlock the heart and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel?

    Matthew Arnold
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