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 of that limpid…

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Worldly Place – Matthew Arnold

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…

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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, and at her…

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Thyrsis, a Monody – Matthew Arnold

How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its haunted mansion lacks,…

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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 lonely mere, On…

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The Strayed Reveller – Matthew Arnold

1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying forms, 6 Sweep through my…

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The Song Of Empedocles – Matthew Arnold

And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy lines! Have you, too, survived…

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The Song of Callicles – 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 haunts meet for…

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The Scholar Gypsy – Matthew Arnold

Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, Nor let…

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The Pagan World – Matthew Arnold

In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian way. He made a feast,…

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The Last Word – Matthew Arnold

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let…

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The Future – Matthew Arnold

A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time; Brimming with wonder and…

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The Forsaken Merman – Matthew Arnold

Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the…

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The Buried Life – Matthew Arnold

Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless sadness o’er me roll. Yes,…

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Strayed Reveller, The – Matthew Arnold

The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through my soul! Thou standest, smiling…

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Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse – Matthew Arnold

Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from Saint Laurent goes. The bridge…

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Song of Callicles, The – 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 haunts meet for…

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Sohrab and Rustum – Matthew Arnold

And the first grey of morning fill’d the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all the Tartar camp along the…

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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 to the stars…

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Self-Dependence – Matthew Arnold

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel’s prow I stand, which bears me…

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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 apace, Silent;–hardly a…

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Requiescat – Matthew Arnold

Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! Her mirth the world…

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Quiet Work – Matthew Arnold

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…

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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 wholly come to…

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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 Grecian shore, Still,…

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Obermann Once More – Matthew Arnold

Glion?–Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not the same! And yet I…

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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 hearts and thankless…

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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 soul abides. But…

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Memorial Verses – Matthew Arnold

Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron’s struggle cease. But one such death remain’d to come; The last poetic voice is dumb–…

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Lines Written in Kensington Gardens – Matthew Arnold

In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen’d by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay the eye, Those black-crown’d, red-boled…

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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 boat: No mast,…

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From the Hymn of Empedocles – Matthew Arnold

IS it so small a thing To have enjoy’d the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to…

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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 seen In Spitalfields,…

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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, Everywhere countless Prospects…

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Cadmus and Harmonia – Matthew Arnold

Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is…

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The Burried Life  – Matthew Arnold

Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless sadness o’er me roll. Yes,…

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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 plain, Silent the…

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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 haunts meet for…

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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 alone. The islands…

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To a Republican Friend – Matthew Arnold

God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz’d and practis’d by too few, But priz’d, but lov’d, but eminent in…

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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 fortune’s favoured sons,…

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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 Prospect, and the…

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Longing by Matthew Arnold

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless…

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Isolation: To Marguerite by Matthew Arnold

We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world away, And grow a home…

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The Scholar Gypsy by Matthew Arnold

Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, Nor let…

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Growing Old by Matthew Arnold

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to…

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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 despair.” “But each…

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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 a student at…

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