I 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 Enoch Arden and Other Poems - Página 94por Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1895 - 104 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1881 - 622 páginas
...fragment of the me. ' I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades...! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence.'... | |
| 1895 - 588 páginas
...a part of all that I have met. Yet all experience is an arch where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...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.' Then comes the sketch of Telemachus,... | |
| 1902 - 642 páginas
...In monumental mockery.' The Tennysonian Ulysses exclaims : — ' 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 ! ' The superiority of the copy to its model is visible at a glance. Unmistakeably the simile of the... | |
| 1964 - 608 páginas
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| 1844 - 1060 páginas
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| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 páginas
...plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades...! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 páginas
...I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelTd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 páginas
...plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades...! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence,... | |
| 1844 - 714 páginas
...am a part of all that I have met; , Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravel1'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
| Christopher Legge Lordan - 1844 - 296 páginas
...I am become A NAME : I 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. IT would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive colloquies... | |
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