 Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.  Poems - Сторінка 263автори: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 379 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1849 - 792 стор.
...the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, atel thought with me — • That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...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.... | |
 | 1842 - 538 стор.
...brought nothing but disappointment. Yet we cannot help giving another extract from the piece : — " Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to tumble from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 стор.
...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...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans... | |
 | 1844 - 714 стор.
...gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toi1'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans... | |
 | 1849 - 608 стор.
...gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...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 (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 стор.
...gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought withme — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...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...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 - 1846 - 254 стор.
...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...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | 1849 - 864 стор.
...gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans... | |
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