...height unapproachable and unperceived. ' All experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.' We know that yearning sense of the beautiful which is widened rather than filled, nourished, but never...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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 I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe...

...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 I move. Tennyson. If good luck knocks at your door, don't put your head out at the window and tell it to go...

...mouldering here." JC MYSTICISM. " Yet all experience is an arch, where thro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move." — Tennyson. " And yet what bliss, When dying in the darkness of God's light, The soul can pierce...

...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 I move . How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe...

...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 I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, Plains of Troy. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use !...