...of want and misery, and, in the mournful words of Matthew Arnold, are ready to declare that . . . " the world which seems To lie before us like a land...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ;" and one can feel nothing of . . . " that blessed mood In which the burden of the mystery, In which the...

...Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled ; But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And here we are as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...

...now 1 only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And here we are as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...

...the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. " Ah, love, let us be (me To one another ! — for the world which seems To...Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And here we are as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...

...now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the...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,...

...more of the possibilities of the future than the dogmas or the doubts of the intellect. ' Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a laud of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy; nor love, nor light, Nor...

...Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a light girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing...the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, bo vaiious. so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor rectitude,...

...gush of reliance on love as the panacea, he returns to an extended expression of his pessimism. .... 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 [Let it be noted,} nor...

...to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. * * * * 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,...

...the note of its profoundest conviction falls upon our ears, it has far other sound : — ' Ah love, let us be true To one another, for the world which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, 20 Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude,...