 IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...  Poems - Страница 87написао/ла Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 231 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 862 страница
...knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. ULYSSES. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren craprs. Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and... | |
 | Kenyon West - 1895 - 614 страница
...refresh'd, Then when the first low matin-chirp hath grown Full quire, and morning driv'n her plough of pearl Far furrowing into light the mounded rack,...That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. * It is said that because Tennyson had written this poem — so perfect, so beautiful, so compact and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1895 - 114 страница
...earthly fancies down, as0 And in the vast cathedral leave him. God accept him, Christ receive him. ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this...among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I meet and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, t That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 810 страница
...the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar ; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more. ULYSSES IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep,... | |
 | Percy White - 1895 - 174 страница
...beat into my burning brain like a hot hammer. Afterwards a dim impression of dull pain ; that is all. savage race that hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me." My rooms look over a wide garden, with trees and evergreens and stretches of turf bounded by the high... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 630 страница
...in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more. ULYSSES IT LITTLE profits that, an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep,... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, George Henry Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - 684 страница
...in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more. ULYSSES IT LITTLE profits that, an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags. Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 924 страница
...flap And buffet round the hills, from bluff to bluff. ULYSSES First printed in 1842, and unaltered. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still...dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, aud sleep, and feed, and know not ine. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. All... | |
 | John Oates - 1898 - 366 страница
...strife and action ; but now he feels his strength is being sapped by an indolent, self-indulgent life. " It little profits that an idle king, By this still...I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race." Caged like some bird with strong pinions, he would break from his prison and beat his way through the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 920 страница
...flap And buffet round the hills, from bluff to bluff. ULYSSES First printed in 1S42, and unaltered. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still...these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete aiid dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feud, and know not me. I cannot... | |
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