 | 1871 - 846 sider
...had enough of rest." It denounces, not the vanity of working, but the vanity of ceasing work : — " How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished. not to shine in uee, As though to breathe were life ! " But the restlessness of Ulysses,... | |
 | 1873 - 756 sider
...Ulysses, in Tennyson's poem, I feel that " All experience is an arch, wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever, when I move." DISCUSSION. SIR GEORGK BIRDWOOD, KCI £., said : — For me the centre of interest, the palpitating... | |
 | Words, E. S. - 1873 - 184 sider
...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. Tennyson. If good luck knocks at your door, don't put your head out at the window and tell it to go... | |
 | Public school series - 1874 - 408 sider
...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. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, Plains of Troy. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 sider
...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 little,... | |
 | University of Glasgow - 1874 - 314 sider
...mouldering here." JC MYSTICISM. " Yet all experience is an arch, where thro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — Tennyson. " And yet what bliss, When dying in the darkness of God's light, The soul can pierce... | |
 | 1876 - 564 sider
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 sider
...am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose mar(gin fades For ever and for ever when...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisVd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on (life Were all too little,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 494 sider
...am a part of all that 1 have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose , margin fades For ever and for ever...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnish d, not to shine Ln use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 sider
...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. Mow dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe... | |
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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. 
