Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

41. From The Hymn Of Empedocles 5/6/2001
42. The Last Word 5/6/2001
43. To Marguerite: Continued 1/3/2003
44. To A Friend 12/31/2002
45. Lines Written In Kensington Gardens 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. Hayeswater 12/31/2002
50. A Summer Night 4/2/2010
51. Rugby Chapel 5/6/2001
52. A Dream 4/2/2010
53. Bacchanalia 1/3/2003
54. The Buried Life 5/6/2001
55. Desire 4/2/2010
56. East London 12/31/2002
57. Absence 4/2/2010
58. Memorial Verses 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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  • Bernard Kennedy Bernard Kennedy (10/3/2016 7:16:00 AM)

    Beautiful-winsome-elegaic.

  • 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 ...

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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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