 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 76 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 526 sider
...experience is an arch wherethro' ' Gleams that untravell'd world, whoso margin fades For ever and for evfr when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, I To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in As thp' to breathe were life. Life , piled on life Were all... | |
 | Stephen Salisbury - 1885 - 172 sider
...we may almost hear him saying now, as how often in substance and in act has he said before us — " How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnishud, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. and vile it were For some three... | |
 | Margaret Cruikshank - 2003 - 260 sider
...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 sider
...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?'... | |
 | Fiona Capp - 2003 - 316 sider
...meets sky, Tennyson's Ulysses regarded all experience as 'an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move'. I once saw that archway in a dream. It loomed up out of the water at Portsea, like the famous Torii... | |
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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. 
