Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

41. Lines Written In Kensington Gardens 5/6/2001
42. From The Hymn Of Empedocles 5/6/2001
43. The Scholar-Gipsy 12/31/2002
44. Rugby Chapel 5/6/2001
45. Self-Dependence 5/6/2001
46. The Last Word 5/6/2001
47. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
48. The Future 5/6/2001
49. Isolation: To Marguerite 5/6/2001
50. Hayeswater 12/31/2002
51. Bacchanalia 1/3/2003
52. A Dream 4/2/2010
53. A Summer Night 4/2/2010
54. East London 12/31/2002
55. The Buried Life 5/6/2001
56. Desire 4/2/2010
57. Memorial Verses 5/6/2001
58. Absence 4/2/2010
59. Longing 12/31/2002
60. Immortality 5/6/2001
61. A Wish 12/31/2002
62. Growing Old 12/31/2002
63. Dover Beach 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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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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