 The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;— on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!  Poems - Page 212by Matthew Arnold - 1884 - 370 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Matthew Arnold - 1867 - 226 pages
...window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin,... | |
 | 1869 - 898 pages
...sweet is the night air Only from the line of spray 668 The Poetry of the Tear. €69 Where the ebb meets the moon-blanch'd sand, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin,... | |
 | Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1872 - 594 pages
...windows, sweet is the night air ! Only from the long line of spray, Where the ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Listen ! — you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin and cease and then again begin, With... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 290 pages
...light Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of 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 ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 294 pages
...light Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of 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 ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 pages
...; sweet is the night air ! Only, from the long line of spray Where the ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand. Begin and cease, and then again begin, With... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1878 - 396 pages
...Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. p 2 Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only,...Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd sand, Listen ! yon hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 pages
...; sweet is the night air ! Only, from the long line of spray Where the ebb mçets the moon-blanched L LHX12 suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand. Begin and cease, and then again begin, With... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1881 - 428 pages
...Beach. Come to the window, sweet is the night air ! Only, from the long line of spray Where the ebb meets the moon-blanch'd sand, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin,... | |
 | 1881 - 692 pages
...window, sweet is the night air ! Only, from the long line of spray Where the ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Listen ! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin,... | |
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