5 Matthew Arnold Quotes on Sadness

Matthew Arnold quotes on sadness

19. Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew. In quiet she reposes: Ah! would that I did too.

21. How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again - thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain!

53. Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.

95. Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.

101. Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent;-hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play!