 | 1849 - 792 páginas
...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...honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something civ the end, , Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 páginas
...: 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... | |
 | 1849 - 608 páginas
...: 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...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... | |
 | 1845 - 732 páginas
...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 honor and his toil ; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 páginas
...: 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 honor 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 páginas
...: the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, 1' " 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 páginas
...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...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 - 1851 - 300 páginas
...: 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...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... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - 434 páginas
...gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with meThat ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and 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... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazurus - 1852 - 458 páginas
...: 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...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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Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. 
