 A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the 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...  The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate - Seite 108von Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 665 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 182 Seiten
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. _/ There lies the port ; the vessel puffs her sail :...are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; 50 Death closes all :^but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done. Not unbecoming... | |
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1890 - 402 Seiten
...sail : There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled and wrought and fought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1891 - 336 Seiten
...people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail...foreheads, — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something, ere the end. Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | John Churton Collins - 1891 - 240 Seiten
...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine. . . . you and I are old. Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1891 - 302 Seiten
...my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel pufls her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,...thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley - 1893 - 654 Seiten
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...foreheads — you an.d I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley - 1893 - 642 Seiten
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — . Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley - 1893 - 652 Seiten
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...foreheads — you and I are old; ' Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 302 Seiten
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 290 Seiten
...gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with meThat ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; 50 Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming... | |
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