Below is the last stanza of a poem, "Dover Beach," written in 1876 by Matthew Arnold. Ah, love, let us be true To one anot
her! 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. Which one of the following statements best characterizes Arnold's view of the world? A. The world is just a dream. B. The world is not a beautiful place. C. The world is made for lovers. D. The world is a confusing and hostile place.
