...stand mute and watch the waves." So, too, in the short but exquisite poem called " Dover Beach " :— " The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...of a bright girdle furl'd ; But now I only hear Its mcluucholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the vast edges...

...Arnold will be sufficient, as no poet varies less in his tone — The sea of faith Was once, too, at its full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of...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 ^Egaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. VOL. II. F The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds...

...cadence slow, and bring 'The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the jEgaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, clown the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be...

...note of sadness in. ... ***** The sea of faith Was once too, at the full, and round earth's shore D Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But...long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night- wind down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world." .... Hugh was not morbid...

...and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the .^Egeean, and it brought Of human misery ; we Find also in the sound a thought,...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,...

...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...

...listens to the mournful sound of the ebb-tide on Dover Beach, this is the thought that it awakens : 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. In the stern, cold cloisters...

...when be can thus lament the failure of the old : " The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, ami round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright...long, withdrawing roar. Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world." The lack of any definite...

...and bring The eternal note of sadness in, Sophocles long ago Heard it on the ./Egsean, and it brought Of human misery ; we Find also in the sound a thought,...only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Eetreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world....