...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. 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...

...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all 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...

...am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. " This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me,...

...forward a parallel to the lines in Tennyson's ' Ulysses ' — Yet all experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I more, besides the following in Goldsmith's ' Traveller ' ? — Impelled with steps unceasing to pursue...

...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...

...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 unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...

...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...

...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 unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...

...am a part of all that I have met, Yet all Experience is au arch where thro' Gleams that untravellcd world whose margin fades For ever and for ever, when I move." — TENNYSON. " CJottes igt der Orient, Gottes 1st der Occident, Nord-und Biidliches Geliinde Bunt...

...is an arch where tbrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever w hen 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 lift Were all...