Matthew Arnold
Middlesex / England
Matthew Arnold
Middlesex / England
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Dover Beach
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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,
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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,
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Growing Old
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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?
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Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
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A Wish
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I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
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From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
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Longing
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Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
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By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
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Immortality
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Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
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We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
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Morality
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We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
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The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
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The Buried Life
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Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
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Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
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Absence
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IN THIS fair stranger’s eyes of grey
Thine eyes, my love, I see.
I shudder: for the passing day
Had borne me far from thee.
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Thine eyes, my love, I see.
I shudder: for the passing day
Had borne me far from thee.
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Isolation: To Marguerite
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We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.
I bade it keep the world away,
And grow a home for only thee;
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I bade my heart more constant be.
I bade it keep the world away,
And grow a home for only thee;
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Memorial Verses
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Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece,
Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease.
But one such death remain'd to come;
The last poetic voice is dumb--
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Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease.
But one such death remain'd to come;
The last poetic voice is dumb--
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