 There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free...  The American Whig Review - Side 361845Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Thomas Wemyss Reid - 1880 - 1224 sider
...victory, in the stirring language which a modern poet has put into the mouth of the King of Ithaca ? — 1 Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1880 - 624 sider
...victory, in the stirring language which a modern poet has put into the mouth of the King of Ithaca ? — ' Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1880 - 800 sider
...grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her rail. There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls...frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine. . You and I are old. Death closes all ; but something, ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1880 - 620 sider
...the mouth of the King of Ithaca ? — ' Souk that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with mo— That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | Herbert Kynaston - 1880 - 216 sider
...glooms the dark broad sea. My mariners, souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with methat ever with a frolic welcome took the thunder and the...foreheads — you and I are old ; old age hath yet his honour and his toil; death closes all : but something ere the end, some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | R. P. Hewett - 1985 - 322 sider
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, 45 Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with meThat ever with a frolic welcome took The... | |
 | Patricia Ann Carlson - 1986 - 312 sider
...forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; There...the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me, — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and... | |
 | Piers Anthony, Robert Margroff - 1989 - 260 sider
...she had occupied. "Please get in. I don't know what you're saying." He put his heavy arm around her. "You and I are old. Old age hath yet his honor and his toil." Alice pulled at him, but he strode instead into the park, away from the lighted lot. "Come, my friends.... | |
 | Giovanni Pascoli - 1989 - 120 sider
...thè vessel puff s her sail: There gloom thè dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and thè sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads - you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley - 1995 - 682 sider
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age has yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note,... | |
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