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Quotes from The Scholar-Gipsy — Matthew Arnold

1822–1888 England

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Thou waitest for the spark from heaven!

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Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill.

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The line of festal light in Christ-Church hall.

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And amongst us one,
Who most has suffer’d, takes dejectedly
His seat upon the intellectual throne.

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Rapt, twirling in thy hand a wither'd spray,
And waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.

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Ah! do not we, wanderer! await it too?

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Still nursing the unconquerable hope,
Still clutching the inviolable shade,
With a free, onward impulse brushing through,
By night, the silver’d branches of the glade.

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Tired of knocking at preferment's door.

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All the live murmur of a summer's day.

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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 —
Fly hence, our contact fear!

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Thee at the ferry Oxford riders blithe,
Returning home on summer-nights, have met
Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hithe,
Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet,
As the punt’s rope chops round.

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Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Matthew Arnold (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.