诗歌推荐：Dover Beach

　　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

　　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.