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Matthew Arnold
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(1822-1888)
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A Wish
I ask not that my bed of death
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Apollo Musagetes
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
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Bacchanalia or The New Age
The evening comes, the fields are still.
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Buried Life, The
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet
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Cadmus and Harmonia
Far, far from here,
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Consolation
Mist clogs the sunshine
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Dover Beach
The sea is calm to-night
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East London
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead
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Forsaken Merman, The
Come, dear children, let us away
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From the Hymn of Empedocles
Is it so small a thing
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Future, The
A wanderer is man from his birth
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Growing Old
What is it to grow old?
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Hayeswater
A region desolate and wild.
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Immortality
Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
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Isolation: To Marguerite
We were apart; yet, day by day,
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Last Word, The
Creep into thy narrow bed,
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Lines Written in Kensington Gardens
In this lone, open glade I lie,
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Longing
Come to me in my dreams, and then
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Memorial Verses: April 1850
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece
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Morality
We cannot kindle when we wil
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Mycerinus
"Not by the justice that my father spurn'd
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Obermann Once More
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts
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Pagan World, The
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes,
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Palladium
Set where the upper streams of Simois flow
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Philomela
Hark! ah, the nightingale-
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Quiet Work
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,
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Requiescat
Strew on her roses, roses
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Rugby Chapel
Coldly, sadly descend
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Scholar-Gipsy, The
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill;
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Self-Dependence
Weary of myself, and sick of askin
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Shakespeare
Others abide our question. Thou art free
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Sohrab and Rustum
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east,
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Song of Callicles, The
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
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Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused
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Strayed Reveller, The
Faster, faster,
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Thyrsis a Monody
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
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To a Friend
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?--
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To a Republican Friend
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize
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To Marguriet: Continued
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
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Voice, The
As the kindling glances,
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West London
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square
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Worldly Place
Even in a palace, life may be led well!
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Youth and Calm
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
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