 | 1863 - 224 pàgines
...arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever as I move. _ How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! II Quid prodcst ? sterilis si languet inertia regni, Adque Lares tacitos, effceta conjuge, leges... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 pàgines
...experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. •'""How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | 1864 - 370 pàgines
...have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleam those far distant seals, whose outlines fade For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end To rust on pension, not to draw full pay, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To lead the Tories, like... | |
 | 1864 - 496 pàgines
...subject in a far more imaginative manner, and the only idea imitated from the Italian is in the lines : "How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use, As though to breathe wore lifa"; and those in which he speaks of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 pàgines
...experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fade Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisned, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - 394 pàgines
...experience is an arch where through Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnished not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on lifo Were all... | |
 | Thornley Smith - 1868 - 202 pàgines
...souls of men ? " I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch, where through Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades...end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life ! " To live is to do something more than breathe, even the brute creation... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 pàgines
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelPd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever wheu I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, uot to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 pàgines
...experience is an arch wherethro' — Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life „ Were all too little, and of one to me Little... | |
 | 1871 - 846 pàgines
...had enough of rest." It denounces, not the vanity of working, but the vanity of ceasing work : — " How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished. not to shine in uee, As though to breathe were life ! " But the restlessness of Ulysses,... | |
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And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro... 
