 | William Swinton - 1885 - 624 стор.
...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 526 стор.
...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 стор.
...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... | |
 | American Antiquarian Society - 1885 - 586 стор.
...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 unburnlshed, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life. and vile it were For some three suns... | |
 | William Swinton - 1886 - 690 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1886 - 892 стор.
...is pointed in each, a moral which we hear elsewhere, even from the old-world lips of Odysseus : — How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use, As tho' to breathe were life.f .II. — It is unnecessary to do more... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1886 - 898 стор.
...is pointed in each, a moral which we hear elsewhere, even from the old-world lips of Odysseus : — How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use, As tho' to breathe were life.f II. — It is unnecessary to do more... | |
 | Edward John Hardy - 1887 - 300 стор.
...greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone. . . . Yet all experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades...make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe was life. Life piled on life Were all too little : but every hour is saved From... | |
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - 1887 - 344 стор.
...experience is an arch where thro' 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 tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Albert Franklin Blaisdell - 1888 - 366 стор.
...experience is an arch wherethro' 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... | |
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And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro... 
