Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of ‘Obermann’ (Matthew Arnold Poems)
In front the awful Alpine track Crawls up its rocky stair; The autumn storm-winds drive the rack, Close o'er it, in the air. Behind ...
Matthew Arnold Poems on Sadness (26 Poems)
The Scholar-Gyps (Matthew Arnold Poems)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock ...
The Church Of Brou (Matthew Arnold Poems)
ITHE CASTLE Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets Hark! what bell for church is toll'd? In the ...
Epilogue To Lessing’s Laocooen (Matthew Arnold Poems)
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,My friend and I, by chance we talk'dOf Lessing's famed Laocooen;And after we awhile ...
A Summer Night (Matthew Arnold Poems)
In the deserted, moon-blanched street, How lonely rings the echo of my feet! Those windows, which I gaze at, frown, Silent and white, ...
Bacchanalia or The New Age (Matthew Arnold Poems)
IThe evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown plain,Silent ...
Kaiser Dead (Matthew Arnold Poems)
What, Kaiser dead? The heavy newsPost-haste to Cobham calls the Muse,From where in Farringford she brewsThe ode sublime,Or with Pen-bryn's bold bard pursuesA ...
Desire (Matthew Arnold Poems)
Thou, who dost dwell alone; Thou, who dost know thine own; Thou, to whom all are known, From the cradle to the grave,-- Save, ...
Dover Beach (Matthew Arnold Poems)
The sea is calm to-night.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits;—on the French coast the lightGleams and ...
The Song of Callicles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
From the Hymn of Empedocles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
Mycerinus (Matthew Arnold Poem)
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Song of Callicles, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Obermann Once More (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Apollo Musagetes (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Morality (Matthew Arnold Poem)
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Self-Dependence (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Rugby Chapel (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Philomela (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
The Voice (Matthew Arnold Poem)
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Memorial Verses (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
A Wish (Matthew Arnold Poem)
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
The Forsaken Merman (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
The Scholar Gypsy (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...