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