 | John Harrower - 1907 - 356 páginas
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that uiitravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought TENNYSON. ¿<ттг) ßporiav T/HMTOVÇ те TCÎÇ в' ó/ ¿p\'cíc те /îouXaç т' etcriàv ßov\r)<f>op(itv... | |
 | 1907 - 300 páginas
...whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnish'd, not to shine in use, As tho' to breathe...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of... | |
 | 1907 - 296 páginas
...whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnish'd, not to shine in use, As tho' to breathe...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of... | |
 | 1907 - 252 páginas
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, 1 o whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by... | |
 | William E. Cain - 1984 - 268 páginas
...He wants more and more of life, but he will not have the self a mere storehouse of past experience: Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. (24-32) Ulysses has earlier scorned the hoarding of his subjects, and he now finds that to stand watch... | |
 | R. P. Hewett - 1985 - 322 páginas
...shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me 25 Little remains: but every hour is saved From that...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire 30 To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound... | |
 | Elaine Jordan - 1988 - 212 páginas
...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. Life piled on life Were all...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. (18-32) This imagination of a future is marked by ambivalence about the gathering of sustenance, retention,... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley - 1995 - 682 páginas
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make... | |
 | Suzy Platt - 1992 - 550 páginas
...known,— cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,— And drunk delight of battle with my...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken,... | |
 | Robert Paul Metzger - 1993 - 116 páginas
...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! Life piled on life Were all...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
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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 things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard... 
