Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

41. From The Hymn Of Empedocles 5/6/2001
42. The Scholar-Gipsy 12/31/2002
43. Rugby Chapel 5/6/2001
44. Self-Dependence 5/6/2001
45. Quiet Work 5/6/2001
46. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
47. The Future 5/6/2001
48. Isolation: To Marguerite 5/6/2001
49. Bacchanalia 1/3/2003
50. The Last Word 5/6/2001
51. Hayeswater 12/31/2002
52. A Summer Night 4/2/2010
53. East London 12/31/2002
54. A Dream 4/2/2010
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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East London

'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead
Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
And the pale weaver, through his windows seen
In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited.
I met a preacher there I knew, and said:
"Ill and o'erworked, how fare you in this scene?" -
"Bravely!" said he; "for I of late have been
Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living bread."
O human soul! as long as thou canst so

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