 The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : the long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world.  Modern Studies - 205. oldalszerző: Oliver Elton - 1907 - 342 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1902 - 642 oldal
...Ulysses ' was designed as a sort of rallying-cry to his own life, defeated and stupefied by the shock. 1 The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, "Tis not too late to seek a newer world.' He exhorted himself when, as a dramatic... | |
 | 1849 - 792 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite... | |
 | 1842 - 538 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to tumble from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite... | |
 | 1844 - 714 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite... | |
 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite... | |
 | 1849 - 864 oldal
...yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite... | |
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