 | 1895 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...experience is an arch 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 - عدد الصفحات: 250
...experience is an 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...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... | |
 | 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 714
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravel1'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...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... | |
 | 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 732
...experience is an 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 254
...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... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...experience is an 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 300
...a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever 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... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 434
...a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever 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... | |
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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... 
