 In literature, in music, in sculpture, in painting, in architecture, we have produced no men of equal eminence. We are a nation of action rather than of artistry. When Theodore Roosevelt published his volume, "The Strenuous Life," he prefixed to it a...  Outlook and Independent - Página 3341922Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1842 - 490 páginas
...arch 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, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 páginas
...arch 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, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life! Were all too little,... | |
 | 1900 - 614 páginas
...of fashion, like a rusty mail in monumental mockery. Shakspeare, ' Troilus and Cressida,' III. iii. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished. Dot to shine in use ! Tennyson, 'Ulysses.' E. YARDLEY. QEOBGE WITHER. (See ante, p. 300.)—With... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - 434 páginas
...arch where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnishedj not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 páginas
...arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on "life Were all too... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 470 páginas
...arch where tbrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever w hen I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on lift Were all too little,... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1853 - 434 páginas
...arch where through Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 316 páginas
...arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 páginas
...arch wherethro' Gleams that imtravell'd world, whose margin fades For erer and for ever when I more. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 522 páginas
...arch 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, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
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