...am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch where thro' 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. Tennyson. VALOUR. VANITY. 653...

...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...

...himself ' not least, but honoured of them all ;' yet finds that ' all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when he moves.' He cannot rest from travel — ' How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished,...

...Ulysses,' to all who have read it : " Yet all Experience is an arch, wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." And " for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until...

...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 all...

...problems it presented, and the new horizons it revealed : " For all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever as we move." He had in Rome become aware that a whole life of study would scarcely suffice to still...

...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 all...

...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. How dull it is to pause ! to make an end ! To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life ! Life piled on life Were...

...distant countries, meet with many strange adventures, and have a variety of curious experiences. FOR all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled...whose margin fades, For ever and for ever when I move. TBNKTSOH. I slept and dreamed — before me stood an arch — A pointed ogive — framed in carvings...

...a variety of curious experiences. FOR all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravellcd world whose margin fades, For ever and for ever when I move. TlNSYSON. I slept and dreamed — before me stood an arch — A pointed ogive — framed in carvings...