Youth and Calm – Matthew Arnold

‘Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There’s nothing can dismarble now The smoothness …

West London – Matthew Arnold

Crouch’d on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in her arms, …

The Voice – Matthew Arnold

As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters Of a …

Shakespeare – Matthew Arnold

Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask—thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who …

Rugby Chapel – Matthew Arnold

Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither’d leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness …

Progress – Matthew Arnold

The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples’ eyes; ‘The old law’, they said, ‘is …

Philomela – Matthew Arnold

Hark! ah, the nightingale— The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!—what pain! O wanderer from a …

Mycerinus – Matthew Arnold

‘Not by the justice that my father spurn’d, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples overturn’d, Cold …

Morality – Matthew Arnold

We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our …

Hayeswater – Matthew Arnold

A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, a single …

East London – Matthew Arnold

‘Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through his windows …

Consolation – Matthew Arnold

Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while I languish, …

Bacchanalia – Matthew Arnold

The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is the half-mown …

Apollo Musagetes – Matthew Arnold

Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O Apollo! Are …

To Marguerite – Matthew Arnold

Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live …

A Wish by Matthew Arnold

I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest breath Of …

To A Friend by Matthew Arnold

Who prop, thou ask’st in these bad days, my mind?– He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw The Wide …

Matthew Arnold Quotes & Sayings

“Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.” “Because thou must not dream, thou need not …

Brief Biography of Matthew Arnold

Although remembered now for his elegantly argued critical essays, Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) began his career as a poet, winning early recognition as …