The Project Gutenberg eBook of Poems
Title: Poems
Author: Matthew Arnold
Release date: June 26, 2017 [eBook #54985]
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Language: English
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P O E M S
BY
MATTHEW ARNOLD.
NEW AND COMPLETE EDITION.
NEW YORK:
THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.,
No. 13 Astor Place.
CONTENTS.
EARLY POEMS.
SONNETS.
QUIET WORK.
One lesson which in every wind is blown,
One lesson of two duties kept at one
Though the loud world proclaim their enmity,—
Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplished in repose,
Too great for haste, too high for rivalry.
Man’s senseless uproar mingling with his toil,
Still do thy quiet ministers move on,
Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil,
Laborers that shall not fail, when man is gone.
TO A FRIEND.
He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,[1]
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.
That halting slave, who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian, when Vespasian’s brutal son
Cleared Rome of what most shamed him. But be his
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;
The mellow glory of the Attic stage,
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
SHAKSPEARE.
We ask and ask. Thou smilest, and art still,
Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,
Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty,
Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place,
Spares but the cloudy border of his base
To the foiled searching of mortality;
Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honored, self-secure,
Didst tread on earth unguessed at.—Better so!
All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow,
Find their sole speech in that victorious brow.
WRITTEN IN EMERSON’S ESSAYS.
That thou canst hear, and hearing hold thy way!
A voice oracular hath pealed to-day,
To-day a hero’s banner is unfurled;
Man after man, the world smiled and passed by;
A smile of wistful incredulity,
As though one spake of life unto the dead,—
Of bitter knowledge. Yet the will is free;
Strong is the soul, and wise, and beautiful;
Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes, if we will!—
Dumb judges, answer, truth or mockery?
WRITTEN IN BUTLER’S SERMONS.
Impulse and Reason, Freedom and Control,—
So men, unravelling God’s harmonious whole,
Rend in a thousand shreds this life of ours.
Spring the foundations of that shadowy throne
Where man’s one nature, queen-like, sits alone,
Centred in a majestic unity;
Linking their coral arms under the sea,
Or clustered peaks with plunging gulfs between,
Whereo’er the chariot-wheels of life are rolled
In cloudy circles to eternity.