...the The Armleiuy. one thing worthy to be talked about. Matthew Arnold, in his most unman poem cried: The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But— There is no but in the domestic novel, nor even the 6«f sense, the vague, troubled apprehension of...

...in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the JEgean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought,...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...

...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...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 night...

...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...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...

...bring The eternal note of sadness in.' And in that he hears a type of departing faith, for he adds : ' The sea of faith 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 roar, Ketreating to the breath Of the...

...bring The eternal note of sadness in." And in that he hears a type of departing faith, for he adds : " The sea of faith 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 roar, Retreating to the breath Of the...

...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...

..."Sophocles long ago Heard it on the /Kgean, and it brought Into his mind the tut bill ebb and flow Of human misery ; we Find also in the sound a thought,...earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle fuiled ; But now 1 only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the...

...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...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...

...in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the ^Egean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery : we Find also in the sound a thought,...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...