Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold. Arnold Matthew

A Wish 265 The Future 267

ELEGIAC POEMS

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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

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Merope, A Tragedy	347
Empedocles on Etna	436

LATER POEMS

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Westminster Abbey	479
Geist's Grave	485
Poor Matthias	488
Kaiser Dead	495
Notes	501

EARLY POEMS

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SONNETS

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QUIET WORK

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      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

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      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

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      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,