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Born in December 24, 1822 / Died in April 15, 1888 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Matthew Arnold

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Requiescat

... Ah, would that I did too!Her mirth the world required ...

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The Future

... What bard, At the height of his vision, can deem ...

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Hayeswater

... One rood from shore, that single boat ...

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The Pagan World

... Go, seek it in thy soul!"She heard it, the victorious West, ...

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Philomela

... What triumph! hark!—what pain!O wanderer from a Grecian shore, ...

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To Marguerite

... Oh, might our marges meet again!Who ordered, that their longing's fire ...

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Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse

... The banners flashing through the treesMake their blood dance and chain their eyes ...

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The Song Of Empedocles

... The radiant, rejoicing, intelligent Sons of Heaven ...

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The Buried Life

... The same heart beats in every human breast!But we, my love!--doth a like spell benumb ...

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Morality

... 'Ah, child!' she cries, 'that strife divine, ...

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Worldly Place

... And when my ill-school'd spirit is aflameSome nobler, ampler stage of life to win, ...

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Self-Dependence

... Feel my soul becoming vast like you!'From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven, ...

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Thyrsis, a Monody

... And we should tease her with our plaint in vain!Well! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be, ...

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West London

... A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare ...

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Quiet Work

... Still do thy sleepless ministers move on, Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting ...