8 Dover Beach h trdr.

-Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm

tonight. e o ( dry high hde
The tide is full, the
moon lies fair SAp
Upon the straits; on the French coast the T (e too
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England light
stand, en H Hr
engs id t
ehannd,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil Soh n
Come to the window, sweet is the bay. j
Only, from the
! night-air
long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Sten you hear the ol s*vr m by h
grating roar kod See shr
Of pebbles which the
waves draw back, and
At their return, the
fling) or. e
up high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then
again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in. Nao il man peel o
rS«cd
Chs em pPy mooe
SophoclesJong ago Sphtclu eeC' sad
Heard it the Ægeán, and it brought
on

Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

Of human misery we bod ue houph
Find also in the sound a
thought, Sphbery
o
tn
Hearing it by this distant northern sea. kou nsl&

run in
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The Sea of Faith

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Nr pot r
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But I SeTr re
now only hear
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Its nelancholy, long, withdrawing roar, "

Retreating, to the breath fafek
Of the night-wina, down the vast edges drear ald GAuo halsnt
And naked shingles of the world
(Chtes Dardi)
Ah, love, let us be true fot
To one another! for the world, which w t b
seems
To lie betore us like a land of dreams,
So various,
beautiful, so new,
so

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. r "

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

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