 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.  Poems - Strana 263autor/autoři: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 374 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1895 - 588 str.
...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 str.
...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... | |
 | 1844 - 714 str.
...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 str.
...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... | |
 | Christopher Legge Lordan - 1844 - 290 str.
...am a part of all that I have met : Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravcll'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — TBNNYSON. IT would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive colloquies... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 str.
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...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,... | |
 | 1849 - 864 str.
...plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. " This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me,... | |
 | 1849 - 822 str.
...Troy. I am a part of nil that 1 have met; Yet all experience is nn arch, where through Gleams taut untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. "This Is my son, mine own Telemachns, Tn whom I leave the sceptre nnd the ble— Well-loved of me,... | |
 | Chemical Society (Great Britain) - 1917 - 612 str.
...from work ; he was ever moved, in fact, by the purpose made manifest by Ulysses in Tennyson's lines : How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use. Just as in early life he had a remarkable command of chemistry, so... | |
 | 1900 - 614 str.
...of fashion, like a rusty mail in monumental mockery. Shakspeare, ' Troilus and Cressida,' III. iii. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished. Dot to shine in use ! Tennyson, 'Ulysses.' E. YARDLEY. QEOBGE WITHER. (See ante, p. 300.)... | |
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