...plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades...! 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 that eternal silence,...

...of windy Troy. am a part of all that I have met; •Tet all experience is an arch wherethro' Jleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move, low dull it is to pause, to make an end, 'o rust unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! Ls tho' to breathe...

...In the beautiful passage which we have already cited, that " All experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move," every one will admit that a profound thought is uttered in a profound manner : yet the thought is as...

..." I am become A NAME : I am a part of all 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."—TENNYSON. IT would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive...

..." I am become A NAME : I am a part of all 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."—TENNYSON. IT would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive...

...his greatest wisdom is to perceive how little he knows, how " All experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when he moves." His greatest happiness is to be unconscious of his happiness ; it would fade away like a...

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...of fashion, like a rusty mail in monumental mockery. Shakspeare, ' Troilus and Cressida,' III. iii. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished. Dot to shine in use ! Tennyson, 'Ulysses.' E. YARDLEY. QEOBGE WITHER. (See ante, p. 300.)—With...

...experience is an arch where through 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 unburnishedj not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too...