 All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave...  Poems - Strana 160autor/autoři: Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1862 - 522 str.
...hours are rare ; what wonder if to win them we risk all, if in them we cry, with the Lotus Eaters, Let us alone. What is it that will last ? All things...of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure cau we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things... | |
 | Sir John Skelton - 1862 - 512 str.
...touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still. OUR ROMANCE. A LETTER FROM LANCELOT. l<et us alone! Time driveth onward fast. And in a...little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone ! What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ?... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 str.
...sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah ! why Should life all labor be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? AJJ things have rest, and ripen toward the grave, In silence ripen, fall and cease : Give us long... | |
 | Harriet Parr - 1863 - 328 str.
...chanting dreamily to himself — " Death is the end of life ; ah, why, Should life all labour be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little...are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last ? " A melancholy tone this for one so young, Rachel thought ; but for all his beauty and his joyous... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1864 - 404 str.
...sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life all labour be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little...are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last 1 All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone.... | |
 | 1865 - 826 str.
...witchery in it, the witchery of the yearning so beautifully put by Tennyson, in his "Lotos Eaters":— " Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little...that will last ? All things are taken from us and hecome Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To mar with... | |
 | Dorothea Maria Ogilvy - 1865 - 216 str.
...in this lower sphere, For ever vanishing, for ever near. Dorothea. MEDITATIONS ON DUNOTTAR CASTLE. " What is it that will last ? All things are taken from...become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past." the thoughts a ruin brings, And grief is wholesome tho' it stings ; 'Tis good to linger for awhile... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 404 str.
...sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life all labour be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little...are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last t All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 str.
...sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life all labor be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little...while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it mat will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.... | |
 | Percival Frost - 1867 - 236 str.
...sky, Vaultejd o'er the dark blue sea. Death is the end of life : ah ! why Should life all labour be I Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave 1 All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall, and cease : Give us long... | |
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