Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold. Arnold Matthew
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ELEGIAC POEMS
| The Scholar-Gipsy | 273 |
| Thyrsis | 281 |
| Memorial Verses | 289 |
| Stanzas in Memory of Edward Quillinan | 292 |
| Stanzas from Carnac | 292 |
| A Southern Night | 294 |
| Haworth Churchyard | 299 |
| Epilogue | 303 |
| Rugby Chapel | 304 |
| Heine's Grave | 311 |
| Stanzas From the Grande Chartreuse | 318 |
| Stanzas in Memory of the Author of "Obermann" | 325 |
| Obermann once more | 332 |
DRAMATIC POEMS
| Merope, A Tragedy | 347 |
| Empedocles on Etna | 436 |
LATER POEMS
| Westminster Abbey | 479 |
| Geist's Grave | 485 |
| Poor Matthias | 488 |
| Kaiser Dead | 495 |
| Notes | 501 |
EARLY POEMS
SONNETS
QUIET WORK
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 proclaim their enmity—
Of toil unsever'd from tranquillity!
Of labour, that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose,
Too great for haste, too high for rivalry!
Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring,
Man's fitful uproar mingling with his toil,
Still do thy sleepless ministers move on,
Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting;
Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil,
Labourers that shall not fail, when man is gone.
TO A FRIEND
Who prop, thou ask'st, in these bad days, my mind?—
He much, the old man, who, clearest-soul'd of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,[1] And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.
Much he, whose friendship I not long since won,
That halting slave, who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian, when Vespasian's brutal son
Clear'd Rome of what most shamed him. But be his
My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul,
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole;
The mellow glory of the Attic stage,
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
SHAKESPEARE
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 stars uncrowns his majesty,
Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea,
Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place,