 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884 - 336 pagine
...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. 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884 - 136 pagine
...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. 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,... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 1102 pagine
...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 - 620 pagine
...I have met; Yet all experience is an arch 1 wherethrough Gleams that untraveled 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. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 526 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 pagine
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1886 - 694 pagine
...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. 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,... | |
 | William Swinton - 1886 - 690 pagine
...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1886 - 898 pagine
...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... | |
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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... 
