 | 1881 - 622 стор.
...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, To rust unburnish'd,...not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From... | |
 | 1902 - 642 стор.
...In monumental mockery.' The Tennysonian Ulysses exclaims : — ' How dull it is to pause, to make^an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use, As tho' to breathe were life ! ' The superiority of the copy to its model is visible at a glance. Unmistakeably the simile of the... | |
 | 1895 - 588 стор.
...where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever 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.' Then comes the sketch of Telemachus,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 стор.
...arch 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,...not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 стор.
...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, To rust unburnish'd,...not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From... | |
 | 1845 - 732 стор.
...arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd 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,...not to shine in use ! As tho" to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 стор.
...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, To rust unburnish'd,...not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life • Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 стор.
...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, To rust unburnish'd,...not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life ! Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 стор.
...arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Chemical Society (Great Britain) - 1917 - 612 стор.
...from work ; he was ever moved, in fact, by the purpose made manifest by Ulysses in Tennyson's lines : How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use. Just as in early life he had a remarkable command of chemistry, so... | |
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Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself... 
