 I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.  Poems - 263. oldalszerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 374 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | William Swinton - 1880 - 694 oldal
...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... | |
 | Joseph William Reynolds - 1880 - 602 oldal
...poet can only look upon from afar — " All experience is an arch wherethro" Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." Impartial men will allow, that if Moses wrote such an account of creation as can stand the investigation... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1880 - 388 oldal
...all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, ' It might have been !' " —y. G. Whittier. " 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 502 oldal
...experience is an arch wherethro* Gleams that untravelPd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all top little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something... | |
 | 1881 - 654 oldal
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust untarnished, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | 1881 - 504 oldal
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethre' Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an eud, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1881 - 742 oldal
...plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move, llnw dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe... | |
 | Mary Gifford Raleigh - 1881 - 348 oldal
...gave up his home there, and became a wanderer iii search of health. CHAPTEE V. FAILURE OF HEALTH. " How dull it is to pause, to make an end ; To rust unburnished, not to shine in use, As tho' to breathe were Life." TENNYSON. THE trial to Alexander Ealeigh... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 174 oldal
...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'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 ! As iho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, . . . Little remains : but every... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 74 oldal
...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'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 uset As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on, life Were all too little, . . . Little remains r... | |
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