 In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works 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 thought...  The Complete Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson - الصفحة 80بواسطة Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 467عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 792
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, 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 - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 250
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...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 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...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... | |
 | 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 714
...: 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...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 - عدد الصفحات: 254
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, 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... | |
 | 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 864
...: 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 honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel pufis her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,...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... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 384
...my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel pufis her sail. There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,...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 honour and his toil... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, 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... | |
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