 A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He...  The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate - Side 108af Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 665 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1849 - 792 sider
...null's his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, atel thought with me — • That ever with a frolic welcome...honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something civ the end, , Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 sider
...wherethro' Gleams that untravelTd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd,...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... | |
 | 1849 - 608 sider
...: the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 sider
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When 1 am gone. He works his work, I in inc. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...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... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 sider
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. 15* There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...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 - 1851 - 290 sider
...port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with...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 be... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 sider
...: the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with...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... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazurus - 1852 - 458 sider
...: the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with...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 - 1853 - 468 sider
...: the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with...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... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - 384 sider
...my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel pufis her sail. There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,...frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and oppos'd Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old. Old age hath yet his honour and his toil... | |
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