...his toil; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done Kot unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin...moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Comc, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order, smite...

...are cowards, and he will give us some trouble about it, I dare say." CHAPTER XIX. I'OBESHADOWINGS. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long...moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices." TENNYSOS. tho mists of autumn hung on the cliffs, tho delicate Anglo-Indian lady must have found the...

...has lost meaning for him. Why else would he talk of setting out at day's end, as Tennyson has him? The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans around with many voices. Ancient sailors almost never put to sea when the long day waned, and modern...

...to make sure that they were still unnoticed. Then she took a breath and began. Death closes all; but something ere the end. Some work of noble note, may...moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. "That's Tennyson's way of describing all the different sounds of the ocean. Now Ulysses speaks to his...

...Inspiró hondo y empezó. Death closes all; bul something ere the end. Some work of noble note, may yel be done Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods....from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon rlimhs; ihe deep Moans round with rnany voiees. —Así es como describe Tennyson los distintos sonidos...

...free 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...be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. —ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, "ULYSSES" 18 Kasidy sat in a chair in front of the hearth. The warm breath...

...utmost bound of human thought. . . .Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, not unbecoming men who strove with Gods. . . . Come my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off and sitting...

...free 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...deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows;...

...sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. — Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) From Ulysses The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long...deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Ti's not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows;...

...so wholly while I'm busy speaking it that I find myself transported to a wave-smashed embankment — The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep The fate of the house, then, after my father's death: My mother, eager to unload the place, puts it...