 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 oldal
...puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 oldal
...puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— That ever with a frolic welcome...thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 oldal
...puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd,and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The... | |
 | 1844 - 714 oldal
...puffs her sail ; There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toi1'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The... | |
 | 1849 - 608 oldal
...puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...foreheads — you and I are old : Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 oldal
...gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought withme — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...honour and his toil ; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The... | |
 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...her sail : There- gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 oldal
...puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 oldal
...puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end. Some work of noble note may yet... | |
 | 1849 - 864 oldal
...puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome...honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The... | |
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Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. 
