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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.
"Dover Beach" is the most celebrated poem by Matthew Arnold, a writer and educator of the Victorian era. The poem expresses a crisis of faith, with the speaker acknowledging the diminished standing of Christianity, which the speaker sees as being unable to withstand the rising tide of scientific discovery.
‘Dover Beach’ by Matthew Arnold (Bio | Poems) was published in 1867 in the volume entitled New Poems. In this poem, Matthew discusses how faith used to encompass the whole world, holding the populous tight in its embrace.
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!
Dover Beach" is a lyric poem by the English poet Matthew Arnold. It was first published in 1867 in the collection New Poems; however, surviving notes indicate its composition may have begun as early as 1849. The most likely date is 1851.
“Dover Beach” is a lyric poem by the English poet and critic Matthew Arnold. Though not published until 1867, Arnold likely wrote the poem in 1851, soon after his marriage to Frances Lucy. Arnold and his wife honeymooned at the Strait of Dover, a narrow section of the English Channel with a distant view of the French city of Calais.
“Dover Beach” is a 37-line lyric poem in which an anonymous speaker contemplates the human condition on the shore of the English Channel. The term “lyric” refers to any poem with a first-person speaker whose speech expresses their state of mind.
Dover Beach. By Matthew Arnold. Share. 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.
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.
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!
