...experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelcd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust nnburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too...

...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that uatravel'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisti'd, not to shine in use f As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on lifeWere all too little,...

...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...

...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...

...; and as often as she climbed this height, and viewed the wondrous scene beyond, it seemed indeed " an arch where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when we move," In after years she sometimes questioned if this mount of observation was also that of temptation,...

...wherethro' ' [margin fades Gleams that untravell'd world, whose Forever and forever when I move. I How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! [on life As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled Were all too little,...

...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...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 too little,...

...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...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 too little,...

...reaches this stage, like Tennyson, he almost repeats the words all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move The role of astrology in revealing the immeasurable extension of human personality is considerable....

...never reach a resting place because "all experience is an arch wherethro'/ Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades / For ever and for ever when I move." The twentieth-century Greek poet Constantine Cavafy continues this reading of the hero. In his poem...