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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

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

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

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

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

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

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”

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

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

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

The same heart beats in every human breast.

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

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

Matthew Arnold
Spring, Heart, Emotion

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

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