Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

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