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 yourse"

"Forth from the East, up the ascent of Heaven,     Day drove his courser with the Shining Mane;     And in Valhalla, from his gable perch,     T"

"The gods held talk together, groupd in knots,     Round Balders corpse, which they had thither borne;     And Hermod came down towards them fr"

"He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save. So rang Tertullian's sentence, on the side Of that unpitying Phrygian Sect which cried: "Him ca"

"Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep, for here     There is such matter for all feeling.     - Childe Harold.     I     Unwelcome shroud of t"

"Where I am, thou askst, and where I wended     When my fleeting shadow passd from thee?     Am I not concluded now, and ended?     Have not l"

"When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence,     From this poor present self which I am now;     When youth has done its tedious vain expens"

"In the cedar shadow sleeping,     Where cool grass and fragrant glooms     Oft at noon have lurd me, creeping     From your darkend palace ro"

"Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from Saint Laur"

"Yet, when I muse on what life is, I seem     Rather to patience prompted, than that prowl     Prospect of hope which France proclaims so loud,"

"Before Man parted for this earthly strand,     While yet upon the verge of heaven he stood,     God put a heap of letters in his hand,     And"

"Not in sunk Spains prolongd death agony;     Not in rich England, bent but to make pour     The flood of the worlds commerce on her shore;"

"In harmony with Nature? Restless fool,     Who with such heat dost preach what were to thee,     When true, the last impossibility;     To be"

"I     In paris all lookd hot and like to fade.     Brown in the garden of the Tuileries,     Brown with September, droopd the chestnut-trees"

"I too have sufferd: yet I know     She is not cold, though she seems so:     She is not cold, she is not light;     But our ignoble souls lack"

"Affections, Instincts, Principles, and Powers,     Impulse and Reason, Freedom and Control     So men, unravelling Gods harmonious whole."

"Say, what blinds us, that we claim the glory     Of possessing powers not our share?     Since man woke on earth, he knows his story,     But,"

"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 t"

"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, no sails are s"

"A year had flown, and oer the sea away,     In Cornwall, Tristram and Queen Iseult lay;     In King Marcs chapel, in Tyntagel old     There"

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

"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, drank fierce"

"Laugh, my Friends, and without blame     Lightly quit what lightly came:     Rich to-morrow as to-day     Spend as madly as you may.     I, wi"

"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 Asian Fen, And"

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

"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 for only thee; Nor fear'd but thy"

"One Morn as through Hyde Park we walkd.     My friend and I, by chance we talkd     Of Lessings famed Laocon;     And after we awhile had g"

"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 life, where, cro"

"Why, when the Worlds great mind     Hath finally inclind,     Why, you say, Critias, be debating still?     Why, with these mournful rhymes"

"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 thy"

"If, in the silent mind of One all-pure,     At first imagind lay     The sacred world; and by procession sure     From those still deeps, in f"

"Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,     Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!     I feel a nameless sadness oer me roll.     Yes, yes,"

"Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, How angrily thou spurn'st all simpler fare! "Christ," some one says, "was human as we are; No judge"

"My Horse's feet beside the lake,     Where sweet the unbroken moonbeams lay,     Sent echoes through the night to wake,     Each glistening str"