Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

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