 | 1895 - 588 pages
...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, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life.' Then comes the sketch of Telemachus, 'to whom he * leaves the sceptre... | |
 | American periodicals - 1871 - 878 pages
...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... | |
 | Questions and answers - 1900 - 676 pages
...like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Shakspeare, ' Troilus and Cressida,' III. iii. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! Tennyson, 'Ulysses.' E. YARDLEY. GEORGE WITHER. (See ante, p. 300.)— With regard to the notice... | |
 | Chemical Society (Great Britain) - Chemistry - 1917 - 612 pages
...was ever moved, in fact, by the purpose made manifest by Ulysses in Tennyson's lines : How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use. Just as in early life he had a remarkable command of chemistry, so in later life he developed a wonderful... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - American literature - 1851 - 434 pages
...through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I 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 too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1851 - 290 pages
...wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I 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 too little, and of one to me Little... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 1851 - 300 pages
...wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I 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 too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - Hygiene - 1852 - 470 pages
...Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever w hen I 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 lift Were all too little, and of one to me Ijtlle remains:... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - American literature - 1853 - 434 pages
...through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I 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 too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 pages
...wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I 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 too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
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How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life. 
