 | Stuart H. Altman, David Shactman - 2002 - 430 pagine
...12.9 15.6 1.9 13.7 18.0 0.7 17.3 18.6 0.7 17.9 18.9 1.1 17.8 in retirement has the aging hero say, "How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life." ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I am indebted to... | |
 | James M. Buchanan, Geoffrey Brennan, Hartmut Kliemt, Robert D. Tollison - 2002 - 602 pagine
...them all; And drunk delights of battle with my peers Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. . . . 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,... | |
 | Michael Malone - 2002 - 404 pagine
...true; look how the search has invigorated her." "Hasn't it!" Mole knelt up on the bed, exclaiming, '"How dull it is to pause, to make an end, / To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!"' "Mole!" Jonas Marsh warned. '"Made weak by time and fate, but strong... | |
 | Margaret Whitlam - 2002 - 248 pagine
...out in the Atlantic Ocean. Ulysses' thoughts are expressed brilliantly in our language by Tennyson. How dull it is to pause, to make an end To rust unbumished, not to shine in use! I cannot rest from travel . . . come my friends Tis not too late to... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 2003 - 60 pagine
...I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravclled 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,... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 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,... | |
 | Deborah Cassidi - 2003 - 196 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! Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-92), from 'Ulysses' We are the Pilgrims,... | |
 | Michael Dirda - 2004 - 340 pagine
...Tennyson's "Ulysses": Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough 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 . . . Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. As I have earlier explained, Walden... | |
 | Pauline Beard, Robert Liftig, James S. Malek - 2007 - 370 pagine
...experience is an arch wherethrough 20 Gleams that untraveled 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 25 Were all too... | |
 | Sidney Harman - 2003 - 210 pagine
...PAxxAGKs Fct all expertence is an orth whererhrough Gleams that imtmveled world, whase margm fadss For ever and for ever when I move How dull it is to pausc. to make an end, 'lo rurt unhurmshed, not to shine m nse —AIFRKD LORD TKNNesON, ULYssKs All... | |
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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... 
