...England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanch 'd land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,...

...England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,...

...England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets...again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of...

...Victoria with an uneasy nod to me. Alone in the lounge, I reach shakily for a volume of Arnold. I read. Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling . . . With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. "Hey," says Joseph Yee....

...England stand. Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil hay. Come to the window-, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling....

...the grounds that all is fair in love and ASBOs, then I finished my glass of Pommeroy's Very Ordinary. 'Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which...back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand . . .' 'What's that all about?' Bonny Bernard looked puzzled. 'A poem by Matthew Arnold. Son of a boring...

...England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! You hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling....

...England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,...

...the human condition when religious faith is lost. Matthew Arnold wrote in 'Dover Beach': Listen! yon hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high stand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note...