A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he. centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay , Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He... The Poetical Works - الصفحة 82بواسطة Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 474عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 200
...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...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... | |
| Public school series - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged pcople, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and...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... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good....not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adorat ion to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 494
...like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved...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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...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...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... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...to make mild A nigged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Host blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties,...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... | |
| 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 564
...like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved...by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 452
...Telemachus, To whom 1 leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and...offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my househould gods, When I am gone. He works his work. I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1879 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prndence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good....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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 688
...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...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... | |
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