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                   Notes         Hearing it by this distant northern sea.                          20

                                 The sea of faith
                                 Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
                                 Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl’d.
                                 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                 30
                                 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.     (Matthew Arnold, 1867)
                                 The opening stanza of Matthew Arnold’s “Dover Beach” is a soothing description of what is believed
                                 to be Matthew Arnold looking out the window of his honeymoon cottage over a moonlit pebble
                                 beach of the Dover area of Southeastern England.  All, save for the last line, is poetic romanticism at
                                 its finest; describing the “moon-blanch’d land” (8) as it’s rhythmically washed by the sea, and the
                                 sound of the rasping pebbles echoing across the shoreline.  The opening stanza of “Dover Beach” is
                                 meant to lull the reader into a peaceful composure, imagining the scene with the entire divine
                                 splendor that Arnold was writing with.  The final line, however, Matthew Arnold ominously calls
                                 this scenery the medium that brings “the eternal note of sadness in” (14); the emotional music, that
                                 carries with it spiritual manna, bares the stinging bitter-sweet realization that none of it is actually
                                 real.
                                 Sophocles (495 – 406), the Greek tragedy playwright, is described by Matthew Arnold as hearing
                                 the same sound in the Mediterranean when inspired to write his tragedies such as Antigone, King
                                 Oedipus, and Electra.  Arnold describes it as having “brought into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
                                 of human misery” (16).  This comparison to Sophocles’ Theban plays, in their pitiless misfortunes,
                                 foreshadows the mood of the following stanzas.  The touching enchantment of first devout stanza
                                 of “Dover Beach” is now enveloped by the ugly and secular truth of the world.  Matthew Arnold
                                 describes the “sea of faith” (20), the divine protection of religious devotion, as an encompassing
                                 “bright girdle furl’d” (22) that is now retreating before human reason, “the breath of the night-
                                 wind” (25).




                                          Write about the final stanza of the poem, Dover Beach.
                                 In the final stanza of “Dover Beach”, Matthew Arnold writes “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, or light, / Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;”





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