Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

41. Lines Written In Kensington Gardens 5/6/2001
42. Requiescat 5/6/2001
43. Rugby Chapel 5/6/2001
44. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
45. Isolation: To Marguerite 5/6/2001
46. Bacchanalia 1/3/2003
47. The Last Word 5/6/2001
48. Hayeswater 12/31/2002
49. The Scholar-Gipsy 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. A Summer Night 4/2/2010
55. Morality 5/6/2001
56. Absence 4/2/2010
57. The Buried Life 5/6/2001
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 ...

Read the full of Dover Beach

Worldly Place

Even in a palace, life may be led well!
So spake the imperial sage, purest of men,
Marcus Aurelius. But the stifling den
Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell,

Our freedom for a little bread we sell,
And drudge under some foolish master's ken
Who rates us if we peer outside our pen--
Match'd with a palace, is not this a hell?

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