Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)

Matthew Arnold Poems

41. The Buried Life 5/6/2001
42. The Charge 9/9/2013
43. The Church Of Brou 4/2/2010
44. The Forsaken Merman 5/6/2001
45. The Future 5/6/2001
46. The Good Shepherd With The Kid 4/2/2010
47. The Last Word 5/6/2001
48. The Pagan World 12/31/2002
49. The Scholar-Gipsy 12/31/2002
50. The Song Of Callicles 12/31/2002
51. The Song Of Empedocles 1/13/2003
52. The Strayed Reveller 12/31/2002
53. The Voice 12/31/2002
54. Thyrsis A Monody 5/6/2001
55. To A Friend 12/31/2002
56. To A Republican Friend 12/31/2002
57. To Marguerite: Continued 1/3/2003
58. Too Late 7/24/2015
59. Tristram And Iseult 4/2/2010
60. West London 12/31/2002
61. Worldly Place 5/6/2001
62. Youth And Calm 5/6/2001
63. Youth's Agitations 4/2/2010

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

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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