 Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death 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 the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs:...  Poems ... - Pagina 154door Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 639 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1849 - 792 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1842 - 538 pagina’s
...brought nothing but disappointment. Yet we cannot help giving another extract from the piece : — " Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some...unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to tumble from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1844 - 714 pagina’s
...: 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pagina’s
...gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought withme — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder 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 - 1846 - 254 pagina’s
...sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work,...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 - 864 pagina’s
...: 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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1849 - 608 pagina’s
...: the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, 1' " She may be seen at the lattice pane When the...climbing moon ¡я bright; With the gaze distraught of a aie old: Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1853 - 434 pagina’s
...gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with meThat ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : hut something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 pagina’s
...my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel pufis her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,...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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