Poems by Matthew Arnold
Bacchanalia or The New Age
... Now strifes are hush'd, our ears doth meet, ...
Growing Old
... The years that are no more!It is to spend long days ...
The Scholar Gypsy
... But, when they came from bathing, thou wast gone!At some lone homestead in the Cumner hills, ...
Isolation: To Marguerite
... Back to thy solitude again!Back! with the conscious thrill of shame ...
Longing
... As kind to others as to me!Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, ...
To A Friend
... But be hisMy special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, ...
A Wish
... All which makes death a hideous show!Nor bring, to see me cease to live, ...
The Forsaken Merman
... We climbed on the graves, on the stones worn with rains, ...
The Last Word
... Thou art tired; best be still!They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee ...
Shakespeare
... Didst tread on earth unguessed atbetter so!All pains the immortal spirit must endure, ...
Consolation
... Time, stand still here!"The prompt stern Goddess ...
The Voice
... Fall on the throbbing brow, fall on the burning breast, ...
Sohrab and Rustum
... courteously drew back, and spoke, and said:-- "Thou strik'st too hard! that club of thine will float ...
Memorial Verses
... And said: Thou ailest here, and here!He look'd on Europe's dying hour ...
East London
... Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living bread ...
