Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.
Matthew ArnoldStill bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
Matthew ArnoldThe interpretations of science do not give us this intimate sense of objects as the interpretations of poetry give it; they appeal to a limited faculty, and not to the whole man. It is not Linnaeus or Cavendish or Cuvier who gives us the true sense of animals, or water, or plants, who seizes their secret for us, who makes us participate in their life; it is Shakspeare [sic] … Wordsworth … Keats … Chateaubriand … Senancour.
Matthew Arnold