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 Mind (25 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 ...
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 ...
Saint Brandan (Matthew Arnold Poems)
Saint Brandan sails the northern main;The brotherhood of saints are glad.He greets them once, he sails again;So late!-such storms!-The Saint ...
A Dream (Matthew Arnold Poems)
Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd,Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream,Border'd, each bank, with ...
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 ...
Absence (Matthew Arnold Poems)
IN THIS fair stranger's eyes of greyThine eyes, my love, I see.I shudder: for the passing dayHad borne me far ...
Austerity Of Poetry (Matthew Arnold Poems)
That son of Italy who tried to blow,Ere Dante came, the trump of sacred song,In his light youth amid a festal throngSate with ...
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 ...
To a Republican Friend (Matthew Arnold Poem)
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
Progress (Matthew Arnold Poem)
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
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 ...
West London (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
Buried Life, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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 ...
The Buried Life (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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 ...
The Future (Matthew Arnold Poem)
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
The Pagan World (Matthew Arnold Poem)
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
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 ...
To A Friend (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
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 ...