Matthew Arnold Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Only--but this is rare--
  When a beloved hand is laid in ours,
  When, jaded with the rush and glare
  Of the interminable hours,
  Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear,
  When our world-deafen'd ear
  Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd--
  A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
  And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
  The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,
  And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
  A man becomes aware of his life's flow,
  And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
  The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.

  Matthew Arnold

  Lying, Heart, Mean

  Matthew Arnold (1994). “Dover Beach and Other Poems”, p.25, Courier Corporation

• O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife.

  Matthew Arnold

  Heart, Sick, Modern Life

  'The Scholar-Gipsy' (1853) l. 201

• The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.

  Matthew Arnold

  Heart, Yield, Brave

  Matthew Arnold (1869). “Poems”, p.42

• Beautiful city! . . . spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age . . . her ineffable charm. . . . Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic!

  Matthew Arnold

  Beautiful, Heart, Garden

• 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?
  I knew the mass of men conceal'd
  Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd
  They would by other men be met
  With blank indifference, or with blame reproved;
  I knew they lived and moved
  Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest
  Of men, and alien to themselves - and yet
  The same heart beats in every human breast!

  Matthew Arnold

  Life, Heart, Men

  Matthew Arnold (2013). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold (Illustrated)”, p.167, Delphi Classics

• We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides: But tasks in hours of insight will'd Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.

  Matthew Arnold

  Heart, Fire, Soul

  Matthew Arnold (1994). “Dover Beach and Other Poems”, p.31, Courier Corporation

• He spoke, and loos'd our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth.

  Matthew Arnold

  Art, Tears, Lap

  Lines on Wordsworth in 'Memorial Verses, April 1850' l. 47

• But often, in the world’s most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us—to know Whence our lives come and where they go.

  Matthew Arnold

  Heart, Fire, Desire

  Matthew Arnold (1994). “Dover Beach and Other Poems”, p.24, Courier Corporation

• 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

  Eye, Heart, Past

  Matthew Arnold (1965). “Poems”

• Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak?

  Matthew Arnold

  Love, Heart, Speak

  Matthew Arnold (2013). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold (Illustrated)”, p.167, Delphi Classics

• To thee only God granted A heart ever new: To all always open; To all always true.

  Matthew Arnold

  Heart, Granted, Thee

  Matthew Arnold (1857). “Poems ... A new edition”, p.185

• The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.

  Matthew Arnold

  Spring, Heart, Emotion

• The same heart beats in every human breast.

  Matthew Arnold

  Heart, Beats, Breasts

  Matthew Arnold (1856). “Poems”, p.319

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