...reads, the more there is found to be read ; ao that, like Ulysses, in Tennyson's poem, I feel that " All experience is an arch, wherethro' Gleams that...margin fades For ever and for ever, when I move." DISCUSSION. SIR GEORGK BIRDWOOD, KCI £., said : — For me the centre of interest, the palpitating...

...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. If good luck knocks at your door, don't put your head out at the window and tell it to go...

...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...

...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, Plains of Troy. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled...

...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 all...

...mouldering here." JC MYSTICISM. " Yet all experience is an arch, where thro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — Tennyson. " And yet what bliss, When dying in the darkness of God's light, The soul can pierce...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...here we began to have some misgiving, and to suspect that the forest of our imagination was like — That untravelled world whose margin fades, For ever and for ever when we move. From this strip of woodland we emerged to find ourselves at Brockenhurst, where we are told...