Matthew Arnold Poems
|41.||The Buried Life||5/6/2001|
|43.||The Church Of Brou||4/2/2010|
|44.||The Forsaken Merman||5/6/2001|
|46.||The Good Shepherd With The Kid||4/2/2010|
|47.||The Last Word||5/6/2001|
|48.||The Pagan World||12/31/2002|
|50.||The Song Of Callicles||12/31/2002|
|51.||The Song Of Empedocles||1/13/2003|
|52.||The Strayed Reveller||12/31/2002|
|54.||Thyrsis A Monody||5/6/2001|
|55.||To A Friend||12/31/2002|
|56.||To A Republican Friend||12/31/2002|
|57.||To Marguerite: Continued||1/3/2003|
|59.||Tristram And Iseult||4/2/2010|
|62.||Youth And Calm||5/6/2001|
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 ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead
Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
And the pale weaver, through his windows seen
In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited.
I met a preacher there I knew, and said:
"Ill and o'erworked, how fare you in this scene?" -
"Bravely!" said he; "for I of late have been
Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living bread."
O human soul! as long as thou canst so