Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold (24 December 1822 – 15 April 1888) was a British poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools. He was the son of Thomas Arnold, the famed headmaster of Rugby School, and brother to both Tom Arnold, literary professor, and William Delafield Arnold, novelist and colonial administrator. Matthew Arnold has been characterized as a sage writer, a type of writer who chastises and instructs the reader on contemporary social issues.

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    For rigorous teachers seized my youth,
    And purged its faith, and trimm’d its fire,
    Show’d me the high, white star of Truth,
    There bade me gaze, and there aspire.
    Even now their whispers pierce the gloom:
    What dost thou in this living tomb?
    Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)

    Strew on her roses, roses,
    And never a spray of yew!
    In quiet she reposes;
    Ah, would that I did too!
    Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)

    Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
    The other powerless to be born,
    With nowhere yet to rest my head,
    Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
    Their faith, my tears, the world deride—
    I come to shed them at their side.
    Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)

    Still doth the soul, from its lone fastness high,
    Upon our life a ruling effluence send.
    And when it fails, fight as we will, we die;
    And while it lasts, we cannot wholly end.
    Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)

    Our fathers water’d with their tears
    This sea of time whereon we sail,
    Their voices were in all men’s ears
    Who pass’d within their puissant hail.
    Still the same ocean round us raves,
    But we stand mute, and watch the waves.
    Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)