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. The Church Of Brou 4/2/2010
7. Saint Brandan 4/2/2010
8. Youth's Agitations 4/2/2010
9. Kaiser Dead 4/2/2010
10. Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen 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. Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse 5/6/2001
16. Austerity Of Poetry 4/2/2010
17. The Song Of Empedocles 1/13/2003
18. To A Republican Friend 12/31/2002
19. Philomela 5/6/2001
20. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
21. Worldly Place 5/6/2001
22. Human Life 4/2/2010
23. Palladium 5/6/2001
24. Youth And Calm 5/6/2001
25. Thyrsis A Monody 5/6/2001
26. West London 12/31/2002
27. The Voice 12/31/2002
28. The Pagan World 12/31/2002
29. Cadmus And Harmonia 5/6/2001
30. Apollo Musagetes 5/6/2001
31. Morality 5/6/2001
32. Sohrab And Rustum 12/31/2002
33. Requiescat 5/6/2001
34. Shakespeare 5/6/2001
35. Memorial Verses 5/6/2001
36. Desire 4/2/2010
37. Lines Written In Kensington Gardens 5/6/2001
38. Quiet Work 5/6/2001
39. Revolutions 4/2/2010
40. To Marguerite: Continued 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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Quiet Work

One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,
One lesson which in every wind is blown,
One lesson of two duties kept at one
Though the loud world proclaim their enmity--

Of toil unsever'd from tranquility!
Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose,
Too great for haste, too high for rivalry.

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