 | 1849 - 792 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...: 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...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 Seiten
...: 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...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...: 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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...: 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...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 Seiten
...mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought 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 Seiten
...mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Tis a wild night at sea 1' " She may be seen at 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... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 470 Seiten
...a frolic weleome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, fiw fxreheads — yxu and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: bat something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove... | |
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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: the deep Moans round with many voices. 
