Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

41. West London 12/31/2002
42. Thyrsis A Monody 5/6/2001
43. The Pagan World 12/31/2002
44. To Marguerite: Continued 1/3/2003
45. Quiet Work 5/6/2001
46. Self-Dependence 5/6/2001
47. The Forsaken Merman 5/6/2001
48. To A Friend 12/31/2002
49. Absence 4/2/2010
50. Isolation: To Marguerite 5/6/2001
51. The Scholar-Gipsy 12/31/2002
52. East London 12/31/2002
53. The Last Word 5/6/2001
54. Hayeswater 12/31/2002
55. Sohrab And Rustum 12/31/2002
56. A Summer Night 4/2/2010
57. A Dream 4/2/2010
58. Immortality 5/6/2001
59. A Wish 12/31/2002
60. Longing 12/31/2002
61. The Future 5/6/2001
62. Growing Old 12/31/2002
63. Dover Beach 5/6/2001

Comments about Matthew Arnold

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/20/2017 2:38:00 AM)

    I am a fan of this great poetic personality.

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  • Matt Ancient Matt Ancient (5/1/2011 3:13:00 PM)

    like his poetries and personality

  • Janice Wilkins (4/28/2009 5:45:00 PM)

    Dover Beach is one of my favorite things to read and I think it's about a world

    without Faith and God to trust. With God everything is possible. Jan 4-28-09

  • Daphne Grant (5/21/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    The poem like Dover Beach leads me to think that something happened to embitter the poet. Therefore I feel I should read more about him.
    Daphne Grant

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 ...

Read the full of Dover Beach


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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