...ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand,...earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled ; 8 But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the jEgean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled ; 8 But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of...

...Heard it on the ^Egean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery : we i'ind also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant...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...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the ^Egaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. M. ARNOLD. [From A Southern...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. • Sophocles long ago Heard it on the ^Jgean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. MATTHEW ARNOLD. FROM "STANZAS...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the ^Egean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...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...

...At the church on the hill-side — And then come back down. & Co*6 iWtiS ^ «o i1cv? ^ a6 -A w les The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. MATTHEW ARNOLD. FROM "STANZAS...

...vanishing with the cold dawn. What remains save to endure, in sadness it may be, but still to endure. " The sea of faith Was once too at the full, and round...I only hear Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar, Ketracting, to the breath Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.''...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the .-Egcnn, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea, — he was sufficiently composed, by that which he saw and heard there, we may say ; he was not untranquil,...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. _Sophocles long ago Heard it on the .iEgsean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...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...