 | 1849 - 792 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...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 frolic...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 pages
...his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd,and wrought, 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... | |
 | 1844 - 714 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | 1849 - 864 pages
...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 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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1849 - 608 pages
...the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and " 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... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 470 pages
...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. 
