 | M. Edgeworth Lazurus - 1852 - 458 Seiten
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telcmachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 470 Seiten
...piled on lift Were all too little, and of one to me Ijtlle remains: but every hour is saved From tliat eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tcleinachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil Tliis... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 Seiten
...known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour 'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemaehus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - 384 Seiten
...move. How dull it is to pause ! to make an end ! To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life ! Life piled on life Were all...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. 588. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 Seiten
...me Little remains : but every hour is saved ' From that eternal silence, something more, A briuger of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns...knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of Iraman thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 Seiten
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to sliine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought Tliis is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 Seiten
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire rTo follow knowledge, like a sinking starf* ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 Seiten
...all too little, and of one to me little remains: but every hour is saved 526 Passages for Translation from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer...sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought. 1296 There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: there gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 Seiten
...Went forward, Mary took another mate ; But Dora lived unmarried till her death. Tennyson. ULYSSES. 81 ULYSSES. It little profits that an idle king, By this...thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom 1 leave the sceptre and the isle — 'Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 Seiten
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisned, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tclemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
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As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard... 
