...consumed his life in teaching similar things. How regretfully this poet of agnosticism reminds us that " The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Sou Ita melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Repeating, to the breath Of the night-winds, down the vast...

...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. Ah, love, let us be true...

...The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the ^Egaean, and it brought Into hia mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery ; we...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...

...essence of life, the one thing worthy to be talked about. Matthew Arnold, in his most human 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 but sense, the vague, troubled apprehension 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...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...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd 1 But now I only hear VOL. iv. 3 B Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath...

...part of it deserves to be quoted at length, both on this account and for its literary beauty — " 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. "Ah, love, let us be true...

...restless, questioning mind was as the spirit of the age itself, sighed to his companion in Dover Beach: The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...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...

...restless, questioning mind was as the spirit of the age itself, sighed to his companion in Dover Beach: The sea of faith • Was once, too, at the full, and...long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Hath really neither joy,...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the JEgxan, 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. Ah, love, let us be true...