...were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every honr is saved From that eternal silence, something more,...is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labor, by slow prudence to make...

...arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd,...vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard mysell, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the...

...wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd,...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. There never was a better description of the temper of the higher spirits of the Renaissance in Italy....

...fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life....sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. There never was a better description of the temper of the higher spirits of the Renaissance in Italy....

...rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all top little, — and of one to me Little remains: but every...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought There never was a better description of the temper of the higher spirits of the Renaissance in Italy....

...to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A brtnger of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns...sinking star. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. There never was a better description of the temper of the higher spirits of the Renaissance in Italy....

...wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades »c Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd,...new things ; and vile it were For some three suns tcr store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire 3c To follow knowledge like a sinking...

...end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life 25 Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains;...were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, 30 And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost...

...fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnished, not to shine in use, As tho" to breathe were life....some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this great spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...

...breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but everv hour is saved From that eternal silence, something...Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." This is not the Greek tone. The Ulysses of Homer was possessed by no such divine thirst for knowledge, no such...