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If you come across a word you don't know, write it in a blank space below. Try to figure out what the word means by looking at its context. Then use your dic-tionary or the Internet to look up the correct definition for the word.WordDefinitionannotationA brief explanation that accompanies whatever it ex-plains, such as an image, a line of poetry, or a difficult vocabulary word.endnoteA note at the end of a chapter, section, or document that makes a comment or cites a source.footnoteA note at the bottom of a page that makes a comment or cites a source.Fill in the blank or write a short answer for each question.1. Write the name of the poem you've chosen to annotate here.“Dover Beach” by Matthew Arnold2. Write the text of the poem you've chosen to annotate here. Include the title and the author. Underline any figurative language you've noticed. Circle or put parentheses around any words that seem to affect the mood, tone, or experi-ence of the poem."Dover Beach" by Matthew ArnoldThe sea is calm tonight,The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the French coast the lightGleams 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 sprayWhere the sea meets the moon-blanched land,Listen! you hear the grating roarOf 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 bringThe eternal note of sadness in.Sophocles long agoHeard it on the Agean, and it broughtInto his mind the turbid ebb and flowOf human misery; weFind also in the sound a thought,Hearing it by this distant northern sea.The Sea of FaithWas once, too, at the full, and round earth's shoreLay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.But now I only hearIts melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,Retreating, to the breathOf the night wind, down the vast edges drearAnd naked shingles of the world.Ah, love, let us be trueTo one another! for the world, which seemsTo 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 plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night.3. Write your annotations here. Number them and make sure that each annota-tion corresponds to one of the lines from the poem where you either underlinedan example of figurative language or circled a connotation or did both.