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