Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/26/2019 11:32:00 AM)

    An underrated poet. Great to see his poems.

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  • Pratibha sharma (12/19/2018 3:01:00 AM)

    Amazing poetry The sea

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/20/2017 2:38:00 AM)

    I am a fan of this great poetic personality.

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  • Bernard Kennedy Bernard Kennedy (10/3/2016 7:16:00 AM)

    Beautiful-winsome-elegaic.

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  • Matt Starking Matt Starking (5/1/2011 3:13:00 PM)

    like his poetries and personality

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  • Janice Wilkins (4/28/2009 5:45:00 PM)

    Dover Beach is one of my favorite things to read and I think it's about a world

    without Faith and God to trust. With God everything is possible. Jan 4-28-09

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  • Daphne Grant (5/21/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    The poem like Dover Beach leads me to think that something happened to embitter the poet. Therefore I feel I should read more about him.
    Daphne Grant

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Best Poem of Matthew Arnold

Growing Old

What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes, but not for this alone.

Is it to feel our strength -
Not our bloom only, but our strength -decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more weakly strung?

Yes, this, and more! but not,
Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be!
'Tis not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow,
A golden day's decline!

'Tis not to see the world
As from a height, ...

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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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