 Should life all labour be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips arc dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What...  The Harvard Lampoon - Pàgina 1011879Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 pàgines
...o'er the dark-blue sea. Death Is the end of life ; ah, why ¡Should life all labor be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips arc dumb. Let us alone. What I« it that will last ! All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1879 - 470 pàgines
...universe a failure — never found more appropriate expression than that which follows : Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips arc dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last V All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1882 - 656 pàgines
...o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life all labor be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips arc dumb. Lot us alone. What is it that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 406 pàgines
...o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life alMabour be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips arc dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels... | |
 | 1913 - 416 pàgines
...o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life all labor be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips arc dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels... | |
 | 1869 - 540 pàgines
...are compelled to stay through Commencement week, simply to get out the last number of their paper. " Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, With constant...driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Give us a rest! How long will this thing last ? Where are the younger men that ought to come... | |
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