Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

41. Requiescat 5/6/2001
42. Quiet Work 5/6/2001
43. Rugby Chapel 5/6/2001
44. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
45. The Last Word 5/6/2001
46. Self-Dependence 5/6/2001
47. Isolation: To Marguerite 5/6/2001
48. Bacchanalia 1/3/2003
49. Hayeswater 12/31/2002
50. East London 12/31/2002
51. A Dream 4/2/2010
52. The Future 5/6/2001
53. Desire 4/2/2010
54. Memorial Verses 5/6/2001
55. A Summer Night 4/2/2010
56. Morality 5/6/2001
57. Absence 4/2/2010
58. The Buried Life 5/6/2001
59. Immortality 5/6/2001
60. Longing 12/31/2002
61. A Wish 12/31/2002
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

Quiet Work

One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,
One lesson which in every wind is blown,
One lesson of two duties kept at one
Though the loud world proclaim their enmity--

Of toil unsever'd from tranquility!
Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose,
Too great for haste, too high for rivalry.

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