 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  Prolusiones - Página 10de Marlborough coll - 1860Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1864 - 368 páginas
...have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleam those far distant seals, whose outlines fade For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end To rust on pension, not to draw full pay, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To lead the Tories,... | |
 | George Henry Lewes - 1864 - 620 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 394 páginas
...governments. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch where thro' Gleams the untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — TENNYSON. XXIX. " Commend not a man for his beanty ; ncither abhor a man for his ontward appearance.... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 páginas
...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... | |
 | Whitnash rectory - 1866 - 478 páginas
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 406 páginas
...have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fhdes 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 páginas
...experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fade Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisned, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were... | |
 | 1867 - 972 páginas
...sense, which enables each such thinker to affirm that— " All Experience is an arch where-through Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." We assert that it is an indispensable condition of the attainment of truth that thought should be free... | |
 | Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - 394 páginas
...experience is an arch where through Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnished not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on lifo Were all... | |
 | 1867 - 554 páginas
...their distances. Compared with Europeans they have gained in surface what they have lost in age. ' That untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when they move,' is all their own, and they have the hopes of a continent to set against the memories of... | |
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