 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
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 oldal
...experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelcd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust nnburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 76 oldal
...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that uatravel'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisti'd, not to shine in use f As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on lifeWere all too little,... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 76 oldal
...when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make a» end, To rust unbnrnish'd, not to shine in use J A» tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, . . . Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1883 - 740 oldal
...wherethro' ' [margin fades Gleams that untravell'd world, whose Forever and forever when I move. I How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! [on life As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 1102 oldal
...commonly indicate by the term monotony : ' Too much rest is rust. There's ever cheer in changing.' ' ' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnished, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe were life, life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | William Swinton - 1885 - 624 oldal
...a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch l wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...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 little,... | |
 | William Swinton - 1885 - 620 oldal
...a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch 1 wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...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 little,... | |
 | Murray Peden - 2003 - 510 oldal
...characterizes airmen the world over. Robert J. Dixon, General, USAF (Ret.) CHAPTER 1 ENLISTMENT - THE RCAF How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! Tennyson: Ulysses I saw Air Marshal William Avery Bishop only once... | |
 | Margaret Cruikshank - 2003 - 260 oldal
...toil, Ulysses urges them to set out with him once more. The lure is fresh experience and action itself: How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! From the poetry of Victorian England to the pages of Modern Maturity,... | |
 | Marvin Rintala - 2003 - 188 oldal
...Fifty Years in Medicine 'on an autobiographical note' with lines from Alfred Lord Tennyson's Ulysses: How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish d, not to shine in use ... Part III: Disciples Decide 'Who shall decide when doctors disagree?'... | |
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