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Dover Beach

Finish the lines of this poem by Matthew Arnold. The rhyme scheme is given at the side to help you.
The "E" line is the only line without a rhyme, and the "K" lines are the only lines that are not quite a rhyme.
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A
The sea is calm tonight.
B
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
A
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
C
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
D
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
B
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
D
Only, from the long line of spray
C
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
E
Listen! you hear the grating roar
F
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
C
At their return, up the high strand,
G
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
F
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
G
The eternal note of sadness in.
 
 
H
Sophocles long ago
I
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
H
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
J
Of human misery; we
I
Find also in the sound a thought,
J
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
 
 
K
The Sea of Faith
L
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
M
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
N
But now I only hear
L
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
K
Retreating, to the breath
N
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
M
And naked shingles of the world.
 
 
O
Ah, love, let us be true
P
To one another! for the world, which seems
P
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
O
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Q
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
R
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
R
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Q
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Q
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
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