| 1895 - 588 pages
...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,...to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life.' Then comes the sketch of Telemachus, 'to whom he * leaves the sceptre and the isle,' a gentler ruler,... | |
| 1881 - 622 pages
...arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'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 unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
| New Church gen. confer - 1877 - 624 pages
...hardest toil were preferable to enforced idleness. " How dull it ia to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnished, not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life." Use is divine in its origin, and in that kingdom, which is in all things obedient to the Divine Will,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...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...eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelTd world, whose margin fades 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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'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 unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
| 1844 - 714 pages
...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...silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire... | |
| American periodicals - 1871 - 878 pages
...had enough of rest." It denounces, not the vanity of working, but the vanity of ceasing work : — " How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished,...not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life ! " But the restlessness of Ulysses, like the pranks of Lady Clara Vere de Vere, arises from a " vague... | |
| Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...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 unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho" to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'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 unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life • Were all too... | |
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