Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

1. Too Late 7/24/2015
2. The Charge 9/9/2013
3. The Good Shepherd With The Kid 4/2/2010
4. The Church Of Brou 4/2/2010
5. The Better Part 4/2/2010
6. Tristram And Iseult 4/2/2010
7. Saint Brandan 4/2/2010
8. Youth's Agitations 4/2/2010
9. Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen 4/2/2010
10. Geist's Grave 4/2/2010
11. Mycerinus 5/6/2001
12. Obermann Once More 5/6/2001
13. Kaiser Dead 4/2/2010
14. To A Republican Friend 12/31/2002
15. The Strayed Reveller 12/31/2002
16. Austerity Of Poetry 4/2/2010
17. The Song Of Empedocles 1/13/2003
18. Philomela 5/6/2001
19. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
20. Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse 5/6/2001
21. Worldly Place 5/6/2001
22. Human Life 4/2/2010
23. Palladium 5/6/2001
24. Cadmus And Harmonia 5/6/2001
25. Thyrsis A Monody 5/6/2001
26. West London 12/31/2002
27. The Pagan World 12/31/2002
28. The Voice 12/31/2002
29. Sohrab And Rustum 12/31/2002
30. Progress 1/1/2004
31. Youth And Calm 5/6/2001
32. Requiescat 5/6/2001
33. Quiet Work 5/6/2001
34. Revolutions 4/2/2010
35. Apollo Musagetes 5/6/2001
36. Consolation 5/6/2001
37. Morality 5/6/2001
38. Desire 4/2/2010
39. The Forsaken Merman 5/6/2001
40. To A Friend 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Matthew Arnold

Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
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 ...

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To A Republican Friend

God knows it, I am with you. If to prize
Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few,
But priz'd, but lov'd, but eminent in you,
Man's fundamental life: if to despise
The barren optimistic sophistries
Of comfortable moles, whom what they do
Teaches the limit of the just and true--
And for such doing have no need of eyes:
If sadness at teh long heart-wasting show

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