 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. How 'dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho  The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Page 4911895Full view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 pages
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever 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 Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1866 - 398 pages
...experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fade Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisned, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | Great Britain - 1867 - 972 pages
...sense, which enables each such thinker to affirm that— " All Experience is an arch where-through Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." We assert that it is an indispensable condition of the attainment of truth that thought should be free... | |
 | Margaret T. Downing - English poetry - 1867 - 394 pages
...experience is an arch where through Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnished not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on lifo Were all... | |
 | 1867 - 554 pages
...their distances. Compared with Europeans they have gained in surface what they have lost in age. ' That untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when they move,' is all their own, and they have the hopes of a continent to set against the memories of... | |
 | Thornley Smith - 1868 - 202 pages
...part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch, where through Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...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 ! " To live is to do something more... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1868 - 402 pages
...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...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,... | |
 | Catherine A. M. BROUGHAM - 1869 - 324 pages
...more of the depth and height unapproachable and unperceived. ' All experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.' We know that yearning sense of the beautiful which is widened rather than filled, nourished, but never... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 658 pages
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever 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 Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 pages
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelPd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever wheu I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, uot to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
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