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" Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. "
Parnassus - Page 102
edited by - 1875 - 534 pages
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 65

1849 - 792 pages
...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 yet be done,...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of nil the western stars, until I die." St Simeon Stylites is a poem strongly and justly conceived,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...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 ere...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be...
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The Christian Teacher, Volume 4

1842 - 538 pages
...of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to tumble from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...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 ere...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be...
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New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, Volume 3

1844 - 714 pages
...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 ere...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volumes 16-17

1849 - 608 pages
...lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Hoans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die." Si. Simeon Stylitei is a poem strongly and justly conceived,...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 2

1845 - 732 pages
...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...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may I«...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...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 ere...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...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 ere...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be...
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Essays and Reviews ...

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 pages
...Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : ihe deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,...my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be...
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