Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

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

God knows it, I am with you. If to prize
Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few,
But priz'd, but lov'd, but eminent in you,
Man's fundamental life: if to despise
The barren optimistic sophistries
Of comfortable moles, whom what they do
Teaches the limit of the just and true--
And for such doing have no need of eyes:
If sadness at teh long heart-wasting show

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