Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

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

A region desolate and wild.
Black, chafing water: and afloat,
And lonely as a truant child
In a waste wood, a single boat:
No mast, no sails are set thereon;
It moves, but never moveth on:
And welters like a human thing
Amid the wild waves weltering.

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