“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
