 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 too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved • From...  Poems of Tennyson - 118 psl.autoriai: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1903 - 496 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1881 - 622 psl.
...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...piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence.' All these, it is plain, are not... | |
 | 1895 - 588 psl.
...met. Yet all experience is an arch where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever 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.' Then comes the sketch of Telemachus,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 psl.
...have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelTd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is...piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 psl.
...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...piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new... | |
 | 1844 - 714 psl.
...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 : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 psl.
...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...on life • Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new... | |
 | 1845 - 732 psl.
...have met ; Yet all experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is...piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 psl.
...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...piled on life ! Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 psl.
...have met ; Yet all experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'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 unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 psl.
...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...not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Tennyson. VALOUR. VANITY. 653 VALOUR. -HE That kills himself t' avoid misery, fears it; And at the... | |
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