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...flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of...

...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...earth's 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...

...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...withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night wind down tho vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. " Ah, love, let us be true To...

...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...earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd ; But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the...

...flow Of human misery ; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd ; But now I only hear Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar Betreating to the breath Of the...

...flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round...earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd; 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...Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the edges drear, And naked shingles of the world." In words like these there is no light for the blind...

...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...only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Ketreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the edges drear, And naked shingles of the world.'...