...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelPd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever wheu I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, uot to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,...

...a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is as an arch wherethro" Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. This is the deep impulse of motion without a goal, the mere Reiselust of a restless heart. But Columbus...

...to both mind and portfolio — " For all experience is an arch, wherethrough Gleams the uutravell'd world, whose margin fades, For ever and for ever when I move." It was growing late in the spring when I had decided on going to Corsica, and time did not allow of...

...had enough of rest." It denounces, not the vanity of working, but the vanity of ceasing work : — " How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished. not to shine in uee, As though to breathe were life ! " But the restlessness of Ulysses, like the pranks of Lady Clara...

...experience is an arch wherethro' — Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life „ Were all too...

...same troubled sea, hoping to detect a shore, ignorant that all Ontology 1 is an arch where through Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever as we move.' But to the reflective student, who thus sees these men, after centuries of endeavour,...

...a part of all that I have met : Yet all experience is an an arch wherethro" Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — TENNYSON. IT would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive colloquies...

...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that uutravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust nnburnish'd, not to ehine In use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled OD life Were all too little,...

...am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...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,...

...read ; ao that, like Ulysses, in Tennyson's poem, I feel that " All experience is an arch, wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever, when I move." DISCUSSION. SIR GEORGK BIRDWOOD, KCI £., said : — For me the centre of interest, the palpitating...