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¡¡¡¡Dover Beach

¡¡¡¡by Matthew Arnold

¡¡¡¡The sea is calm tonight.

¡¡¡¡The tide is full£¬ the moon lies fair

¡¡¡¡Upon the straits; on the French coast£¬ the light

¡¡¡¡Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand£¬

¡¡¡¡Glimmering and vast£¬ out in the tranquil bay.

¡¡¡¡Come to the window£¬ sweet is the night-air!

¡¡¡¡Only£¬ from the long line of spray

¡¡¡¡Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land£¬

¡¡¡¡Listen! you hear the grating roar

¡¡¡¡Of pebbles which the waves draw back£¬ and fling£¬

¡¡¡¡At their return£¬ up the high strand£¬

¡¡¡¡Begin£¬ and cease£¬ and then again begin£¬

¡¡¡¡With tremulous cadence slow£¬ and bring

¡¡¡¡The eternal note of sadness in.

¡¡¡¡Sophocles long ago

¡¡¡¡Heard it on the Aegean£¬ and it brought

¡¡¡¡Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

¡¡¡¡Of human misery; we

¡¡¡¡Find also in the sound a thought£¬

¡¡¡¡Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

¡¡¡¡The Sea of Faith

¡¡¡¡Was once£¬ too£¬ at the full£¬ and round earth's shore

¡¡¡¡Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.

¡¡¡¡But now I only hear

¡¡¡¡Its melancholy£¬ long£¬ withdrawing roar£¬

¡¡¡¡Retreating£¬ to the breath

¡¡¡¡Of the night-wind£¬ down the vast edges drear

¡¡¡¡And naked shingles of the world.

¡¡¡¡Ah£¬ love£¬ let us be true

¡¡¡¡To one another! for the world£¬ which seems

¡¡¡¡To lie before us like a land of dreams£¬

¡¡¡¡So various£¬ so beautiful£¬ so new£¬

¡¡¡¡Hath really neither joy£¬ nor love£¬ nor light£¬

¡¡¡¡Nor certitude£¬ nor peace£¬ nor help for pain;

¡¡¡¡And we are here as on a darkling plain

¡¡¡¡Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight£¬

¡¡¡¡Where ignorant armies clash by night.

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