...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...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...

...Syrian town ; And on his grave, with shining eyes, The Syrian stars look down. Elsewhere we read : 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 J Bat now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the...

...name for despair. Writing on Dover Beach, and naturally meditating on tho sea, he thus mourns : — " The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night wind down tho vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. " Ah, love, let us be true To...

...Crucified, "Thy kingdom come," there is far other hope. And what of Mr. Arnold's despair for the world ? 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...

...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 furl'd; But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the...

...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 furl'd ; But now I only hear Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar Betreating to the breath Of the...

...The poet is standing on Dover beach at night, and hears ' The grating roar Of pebbles which the wares suck back and fling, At their return, up the high...only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Ketreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the edges drear, And naked shingles of the world.'...

...celestial oil no longer consents to burn even in the temple lamps. The sea of taith Which once was at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled, Now only Itts us hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night...

...worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head." or, again : "... The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the'vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world." Meanwhile, as the old faith began to lose power,...

...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...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...