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. Revolutions 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. Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse 5/6/2001
20. Philomela 5/6/2001
21. Worldly Place 5/6/2001
22. The Song Of Empedocles 1/13/2003
23. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
24. Youth And Calm 5/6/2001
25. West London 12/31/2002
26. The Pagan World 12/31/2002
27. Palladium 5/6/2001
28. Desire 4/2/2010
29. Cadmus And Harmonia 5/6/2001
30. Progress 1/1/2004
31. Thyrsis A Monody 5/6/2001
32. The Voice 12/31/2002
33. Apollo Musagetes 5/6/2001
34. Requiescat 5/6/2001
35. Morality 5/6/2001
36. Quiet Work 5/6/2001
37. Shakespeare 5/6/2001
38. Bacchanalia 1/3/2003
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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Too Late

Each on his own strict line we move,
And some find death ere they find love;
So far apart their lives are thrown
From the twin soul which halves their own.

And sometimes, by harder fate,
The lovers meet, but meet too late.
- Thy heart is mine! - True, true! ah, true!
- Then, love, thy hand! - Ah no! adieu!

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