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" All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? "
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 431
1849
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Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer : Typical Selections ...

James Baldwin - English poetry - 1892 - 316 pages
...in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. i IV. Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life ; rih, why Should life all labour be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while...
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A Literary Guide for Home and School

Mary Alice Caller - Books and reading - 1892 - 234 pages
...we only toil, the roof and crown of things? Hateful is the dark blue sky Vaulted o'er the dark blue sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life all labor be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone....
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Selections from Tennyson, Part 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 290 pages
...in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. Iv. Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue...lips are dumb Let us alone. What is it that will last ? 90 All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone....
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Miscellaneous poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 302 pages
...in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. IV. Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue...Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labor be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1893 - 406 pages
...ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. IV Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue...sea. Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life alMabour be ? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips arc dumb. Let...
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White Heather: A Novel

William Black - English fiction - 1893 - 496 pages
...Americans had no more charms for him. Why should he work towards some future that had no interest for him ? Death is the end of life ; ah, why Should life all labour be ? And so Kate Menzies's dog-cart became a pleasant thing, as it rattled along the hard stony roads...
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The Poems of Alfred Tennyson, 1830-1863

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1907 - 628 pages
...ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. 4 Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue...life ; ah, why Should life all labour be ? Let us aloU£» Time driveth onwafdJkst, And in alittle while our lips are dumb. Lftt m nlnnp. What is it...
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Goddess on the Mervue Bus

Rita Ann Higgins - English poetry - 1993 - 68 pages
...darkness to buckle down. 'What have you?' 'Easy singles/ 'Are you easy?' Tin simple/ 'Me too/ 'Me too/ Death is the end of life: ah! why Should life all labour be? Lord Tennyson Salmon-ways of life hold little scenery for this ageing man in search of employment;...
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Selected Poetry

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1995 - 244 pages
...ripens in its place. Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil. Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. rv Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue...are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? 90 All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone....
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The Western Avernus

Morley Roberts - History - 2005 - 241 pages
...bitterly to myself to think of the gods, " where they smile in secret," and as I laboured I sang softly; Hateful is the dark-blue sky. Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the ead of life; ah, why Should life aU labour be ? Yet, with the strange contradictions of man's nature,...
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