...'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge : How little do we know that which we are ! How little what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide...bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages, while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves. HUMAN...

...poem : Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge : How little do we know that which we are ; How less what we may be ! It is with Prospero's metaphor of this dream-fraught, sleeprounded life of ours — this little life...

...him in scenes that tried men's souls. His closing years were shadowed by bereavement and misfortune. "How little do we know that which we are, How less what we may be!" But with him, in the shadows, walked One Whose form was "like unto that of the Son of Man." His religious...

...Juan: 263 Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and mom, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are! How less...bears afar Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages; while the graves Of empire heave but like some passing waves. verses...

...superstition. 99 Between two worlds life hovers like a star Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less...bears afar Our bubbles. As the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves. Canto...

...melancholy sea imagery or the star which precariously presides above the sea. The aphorism itself, How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! is a version of Ophelia's 'Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be' (Hamlet, IV, v,...

..."between two worlds," hovering . . . like a star, 'Twixt Night and Morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! [15.99] He is himself middle-aged, . . . when we hover between fool and sage, And don't know justly...

...Canto XV: Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge: How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! (XV, 99) This fundamental unsettledness speaks in other tones as well: Of all the barbarous Middle...

...72.4.1841 n. 1. and EN 10.6.1841 n. 2. 5. See EN 197.1841 and n. 3. 6. cf. Byron. Don Juan XV. xcix, 'How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be!' and the echo of Ophelia's words in Hamlet IV. v: 'Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may...

...a star": Between two worlds life hovers like a star Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are! How less...bears afar Our bubbles. As the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves. (15.99)...