Poems by Matthew Arnold: Early poems, narrative poems and sonnetsMacmillan and Company, 1877 |
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23 psl. - REQUIESCAT 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 in smiles of glee. But her heart was tired, tired, And now they let her be. . Her life was turning, turning, In mazes of heat and sound. But for peace her soul was yearning, And now peace laps her round. Her cabin'd, ample spirit, It flutter'd and fail'd for breath. To-night it doth inherit The vasty hall of death.
238 psl. - THE FORSAKEN MERMAN 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 seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away ! This way, this way I Call her once before you go. — Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!
257 psl. - O human soul ! as long as thou canst so Set up a mark of everlasting light, Above the howling senses' ebb and flow, To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam — Not with lost toil thou laborest through the night ! Thou mak'st the heaven thou hop'st indeed thy home.
242 psl. - For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well; For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun...
94 psl. - Rustum strode to his tent-door, and call'd His followers in, and bade them bring his arms, And clad himself in steel; the arms he chose Were plain, and on his shield was no device, Only his helm was rich, inlaid with gold, And, from the fluted spine atop, a plume Of horsehair waved, a scarlet horsehair plume.
9 psl. - Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good. Nature is cruel, man is sick of blood; Nature is stubborn, man would fain adore ; Nature is fickle, man hath need of rest ; Nature forgives no debt, and fears no grave; Man would be mild, and with safe conscience blest.
51 psl. - HUMAN LIFE What mortal, when he saw, Life's voyage done, his heavenly Friend, Could ever yet dare tell him fearlessly: "I have kept uninfringed my nature's law; The inly-written chart thou gavest me, To guide me, I have steer'd by to the end "? Ah! let us make no claim, On life's incognisable sea, To too exact a steering of our way; Let us not fret and fear to miss our aim, If some fair coast have lured us to make stay, Or some friend hail'd us to keep company. Ay! we would' each fain drive At random,...
89 psl. - Let there be truce between the hosts to-day. But choose a champion from the Persian lords To fight our champion Sohrab, man to man.' As, in the country, on a morn in June, When the dew glistens on the pearled ears, A shiver runs through the deep corn for joy — So, when they heard what Peran-Wisa said, A thrill through all the Tartar squadrons ran Of pride and hope for Sohrab, whom they loved.
12 psl. - ... YET, when I muse on what life is, I seem Rather to patience prompted, than that proud Prospect of hope which France proclaims so loud — France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme ; Seeing this vale, this earth, whereon we dream, Is on all sides o'ershadow'd by the high Uno'erleap'd Mountains of Necessity, Sparing us narrower margin than we deem. Nor will that day dawn at a human nod, When, bursting through the network superposed By selfish occupation — plot and plan, Lust, ava'rice,...
98 psl. - The mighty voice of Rustum, and he saw His giant figure planted on the sand, Sole, like some single tower, which a chief...