Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

1. The Charge 9/9/2013
2. Tristram And Iseult 4/2/2010
3. The Church Of Brou 4/2/2010
4. The Better Part 4/2/2010
5. Revolutions 4/2/2010
6. The Good Shepherd With The Kid 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. Kaiser Dead 4/2/2010
11. Geist's Grave 4/2/2010
12. Mycerinus 5/6/2001
13. Obermann Once More 5/6/2001
14. The Strayed Reveller 12/31/2002
15. Austerity Of Poetry 4/2/2010
16. To A Republican Friend 12/31/2002
17. Philomela 5/6/2001
18. Worldly Place 5/6/2001
19. The Song Of Empedocles 1/13/2003
20. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
21. Human Life 4/2/2010
22. Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse 5/6/2001
23. Youth And Calm 5/6/2001
24. The Pagan World 12/31/2002
25. Palladium 5/6/2001
26. Desire 4/2/2010
27. Cadmus And Harmonia 5/6/2001
28. Progress 1/1/2004
29. Thyrsis A Monody 5/6/2001
30. West London 12/31/2002
31. The Voice 12/31/2002
32. Apollo Musagetes 5/6/2001
33. Requiescat 5/6/2001
34. Rugby Chapel 5/6/2001
35. Quiet Work 5/6/2001
36. Shakespeare 5/6/2001
37. Bacchanalia 1/3/2003
38. Memorial Verses 5/6/2001
39. To Marguerite: Continued 1/3/2003
40. Consolation 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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