 Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs:...  Poems of Alfred Tennyson - Strana 128autor/autoři: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 639 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Marvin R. Vincent - 1878 - 340 str.
...behind. In the little time that remains, throw off the burden of the past on Me and press forward." " Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes...the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done. The wise woman of Tekoah gave David good advice when she bade him cease mourning for the slain Amnon,... | |
 | 1879 - 524 str.
...offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods. When l am gone. He works his work, l mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail...and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his tofi; Death eloses all : but something ere the end. Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1879 - 464 str.
...never to hear his judicious remarks again. A wilder set of fellows I have been accustomed to : — My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought,...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ;; Death closes all ; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1879 - 236 str.
...There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, ?ouls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1879 - 524 str.
...sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too lato to seek a newer world." Mr. Gladstone has attacked the foreign... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 584 str.
...port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me, — That ever with...the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done Kot unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day... | |
 | Thomas Wemyss Reid - 1880 - 1224 str.
...victory, in the stirring language which a modern poet has put into the mouth of the King of Ithaca ? — 1 Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1880 - 624 str.
...victory, in the stirring language which a modern poet has put into the mouth of the King of Ithaca ? — ' Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | William Swinton - 1880 - 694 str.
...the vessel puffs her sail ; There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, 45 Souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me, That ever with a...are old. Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. 50 Death closes all ; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1880 - 620 str.
...the mouth of the King of Ithaca ? — ' Souk that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with mo— That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
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