Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
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,

by Matthew Arnold Click to read full poem

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Nice description of the beach, Liked it thanks for sharing,10
A poem full of truths unchanged through the passing of time. Life is ebbs and tides. Awesome poem.
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, If we want to see the beauty of the world, we can surely do but sparing some moments of contemplation and share others' feelings and life.
Beautiful I love it alot: D
A ravishing mise-en-scene coupled with a profound meditation on the fragility of human life. IMHO the greatest English poem of the 19TH century. Er, come to think of it...
Very beautiful and it shows how you feel and see things through your own perspective
Nicely written poem.....
ignorant armies clash by night
I likes Mathew Arnold's poems since my childhood..... I have grown up by reading his poems... I really loves them and enjoy them.....
Great flow. Great poen
Apart from the great poetic mind the poem is one of the greatest and marvelous ideas and it is very nice to read and rhyme is also fascinating.
One of the greatest Poems of the English language. Then and for all times to come.
One of the greatest Poems of the English language. Then and for all times to come.
..............a wonderful poem.....sure there must be a great story behind this poem....
Sounds a bit isolationist. Word has it Arnold was on his wedding night when he wrote this. I'd try to forget the cares of the world too.
a matter of faith that can move the people in another level. Masterpiece Poem
This expresses the feelings of a poet during those days when the world had so many problems. Entire human society was ruled by monarchy and slavery system but the heart of the poet spreads its wings for eternal love.
First encountered part of this poem in Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451. It is a lament for the decline of faith, and as such, it expresses the naivete of youth.
oh well this is sad and about pain: (still pretty cool :)
This poem speaks so beautifully to how I have felt after becoming handicapped and after a failed relationship with an unstable, destitute, mentally ill woman, both experiences of which have fundamentally shaped how I view reality. Health and well-being are frighteningly thin veneers. One of the truest fragments of the English language is in this poem: no help for pain.