Matthew Arnold

"Down the Savoy valleys sounding,     Echoing round this castle old,     Mid the distant mountain chalets     Hark! what bell for church is tol"

"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 salt tides s"

"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, O"

"A thousand knights have reind their steeds     To watch this line of sand-hills run,     Along the never silent Strait,     To Calais glitteri"

"They are gone: all is still: Foolish heart, dost thou quiver?     Nothing moves on the lawn but the quick lilac shade.     Far up gleams the hou"

"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 Forwards, forwards, o'er the s"

"Far on its rocky knoll descried     Saint Michaels chapel cuts the sky.     I climbd; beneath me, bright and wide,     Lay the lone coast of"

"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 fair, And by th"

"What poets feel not, when they make,     A pleasure in creating,     The world, in its turn, will not take     Pleasure in contemplating"

"Why each is striving, from of old,     To love more deeply than he can?     Still would be true, yet still grows cold?     Ask of the Powers th"

"Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man,     How angrily thou spurnst all simpler fare!     Christ, some one says, was human as we are;"

"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 soul! 7 Thou sta"

"'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"

"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, yes, we know that we"

"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 stream Was hush'd, and still"

"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, And from t"

"Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say The world shall be"

"O monstrous, dead, unprofitable world,     That thou canst hear, and hearing, hold thy way.     A voice oracular hath peald to-day,     To-da"

"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 star"

"Joy comes and goes: hope ebbs and flows,     Like the wave.     Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.     Love lends life a little g"

"Upon the glistening leaden roof     Of the new Pile, the sunlight shines;     The stream goes leaping by.     The hills are clothed with pines"

"Each on his own strict line we move,     And some find death ere they find love.     So far apart their lives are thrown     From the twin soul"

"Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O Apollo! Are h"

"Ye storm-winds of Autumn     Who rush by, who shake     The window, and ruffle     The gleam-lighted lake;     Who cross to the hill-side"

"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 you, Man's fundament"

"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 know not! A"

"Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O Apollo! Are"

"THE CHORUS     Well hath he done who hath seizd happiness.     For little do the all-containing Hours,     Though opulent, freely give."

"The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast, the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of En"

"The thoughts that rain their steady glow     Like stars on lifes cold sea,     Which others know, or say they know     They never shone for me"

"Raise the light, my page! that I may see her.     Thou art come at last, then, haughty Queen!     Long Ive waited, long Ive fought my fever;"

"One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,     One lesson that in every wind is blown,     One lesson of two duties servd in one,     Though th"

"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 the loud world procl"

"Yes, write it in the rock! Saint Bernard said,     Grave it on brass with adamantine pen!     Tis God himself becomes apparent, when"

"I TRISTRAM Tristram. Is she not come? The messenger was sure, Prop me upon the pillows once again, Raise me, my page! this cannot long endure."

"Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness a"

"God knows it, I am with you. If to prize     Those virtues, prizd and practisd by too few,     But prizd, but lovd, but eminent in you,"

"What mortal, when he saw,     Lifes voyage done, his heavenly Friend,     Could ever yet dare tell him fearlessly:     I have kept uninfring"

"So rest, for ever rest, O princely Pair!     In your high church, mid the still mountain air,     Where horn, and hound, and vassals never come"

"O frivolous mind of man,     Light ignorance, and hurrying, unsure thoughts,     Though man bewails you not,     How I bewail you!     Little"

"SYNOPSIS     Introduction - The mountains and the sea the cradles of Freedom contrasted with the birth-place of Cromwell His childhood and youth"

"Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through his windows seen In Spitalfie"

"The sandy spits, the shore-lockd lakes,     Melt into open, moonlit sea;     The soft Mediterranean breaks     At my feet, free.     Dotting"

"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 required; She bathed it"

"HUSSEIN     O most just Vizier, send away     The cloth-merchants, and let them be,     Them and their dues, this day: the King     Is ill at"

"Man is blind because of sin;     Revelation makes him sure.     Without that, who looks within,     Looks in vain, for alls obscure."

"A long pause, during which EMPEDOCLES remains motionless, plunged in thought. The night deepens. He moves forward and gazes round him, and proceed"

"Vain is the effort to forget.     Some day I shall be cold, I know,     As is the eternal moon-lit snow     Of the high Alps, to which I go:"

"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 tasks in h"

"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, And fro"

"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 joy He spreads out his arms t"

"Omit, omit, my simple friend,     Still to inquire how parties tend,     Or what we fix with foreign powers.     If France and we are really fr"

"In front the awful Alpine track     Crawls up its rocky stair;     The autumn storm-winds drive the rack     Close oer it, in the air.     B"

"True, we must tame our rebel will:     True, we must bow to Natures law:     Must bear in silence many an ill;     Must learn to wait, renounc"

"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 stream Was hush'd, an"

"Douglas, Isle of Man     Who taught this pleading to unpractisd eyes?     Who hid such import in an infants gloom?     Who lent thee, child, th"

"Hark! ah, the nightingale The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark! what pain! O wanderer from a Grecia"

"Because thou hast believd, the wheels of life     Stand never idle, but go always round:     Not by their hands, who vex the patient ground,"

"Where, under Loughrigg, the stream     Of Rotha sparkles, the fields     Are green, in the house of one     Friendly and gentle, now dead,"

"Youth rambles on lifes arid mount,     And strikes the rock, and finds the vein,     And brings the water from the fount,     The fount which"