...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...

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...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...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...

...Crucified, "Thy kingdom come," there is far other hope. And what of Mr. Arnold's despair for the world ? 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. A picture sad enough,...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the •iEgamn, 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 Hoard it on the JEgean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow...I only hear Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar Betreating to the breath Of the night-winds down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world....

...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 1 only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the...

...sadness in. I "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...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...

...cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the JEge&n, 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...