 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
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1894 - 362 Seiten
...offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, T mine. There lies the port ; the vessel puffs her sail...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... | |
 | Kenyon West - 1895 - 588 Seiten
...vile it were And this gray spirit yearning in desire For some three suns to store and hoard myself, To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the...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... | |
 | Margaret Sullivan Mooney - 1895 - 350 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 Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne - 1895 - 392 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... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 388 Seiten
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-lov'd of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and oppos'd Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1895 - 284 Seiten
...useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail « There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; 50 Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 630 Seiten
...port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners. Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me, That ever with a...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... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, George Henry Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - 684 Seiten
...port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me, That ever with a...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 Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 580 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 - 1899 - 276 Seiten
...useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail to In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to...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... | |
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