诗歌分享：Dover Beach

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. 

----By Matthew Arnold

新词：

1.blanch: if you blanch, you suddenly become very pale; if you say that someone blanches at something, you mean that they find it unpleasant and do not want to be involved with it;

2.grating: harsh and unpleasant;

3.strand: the land along the edge of the sea or ocean, or of a lake or river. 

4. tremulous;

5. cadence

6. Sophocles

7. turbid

8. girdle

9. furl

10. melancholy

11. drear 

12. certitude

13. darkling