| 1849 - 792 páginas
...null's his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, atel thought with me — • That ever with a frolic welcome...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something civ the end, , Some work of noble note, may... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 páginas
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 páginas
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...thunder and the 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 páginas
...the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd,and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a...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... | |
| 1849 - 608 páginas
...: the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with...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... | |
| 1844 - 714 páginas
...: the vessel puffs her sail ; There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toi1'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever 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... | |
| 1845 - 732 páginas
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When 1 am gone. He works his work, I in inc. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 páginas
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, 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... | |
| Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 páginas
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. 15* There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...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... | |
| 1849 - 864 páginas
...: the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever 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... | |
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