...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 night-wind down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one...

...too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a light girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating...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...

...at the full, and round 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 night wind, down the vast edge's drear And naked shingles of the world. " Go into a London club, listen to the talk of men of...

...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 night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To...

...too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating...vast edges drear, And naked shingles of the world." This wail of unbelief is prophetic of Matthew Arnold's waning fame. * * * " If e'er when faith had...

...at the full, and round 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 night wind, down the vast edge's drear And naked shingles of the world." In the striking poem entitled, " Stanzas from the Grande...

...Northern sea, lie feels that he is standing also on the marge of the Sea of Faith, and that it is his to hear — " Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world." But the sound, instead of relaxing...

...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 night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world." There is the mild but profound...

...he hears nothing better than the " melancholy, long withdrawing roar " of "the sea of Faith" — " Retreating to the breath Of the night wind, down the...vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world." And, indeed, it is in this very retreat of the " sea of Faith " that I find the secret of the sadness...

...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 night-wind, down the vast edges d;car And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To...