 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...  The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate - Seite 107von Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 665 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 Seiten
...Forever and forever wheu I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, uot to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a slaking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Thin is my SOD, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 Seiten
...make an end, To rust nnburnish'd, not to ehine In use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled OD life Were all too little, and of one to me Little...bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three eims to store and hoard myself, Aud this gniy spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a... | |
 | Living voices - 1873 - 588 Seiten
...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,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 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 Telemachlls, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 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...yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus. To whom I leave the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 494 Seiten
...for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnish d, not to shine Ln use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on...spirit yearning in desire To follow Knowledge like a sink ing star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tclemachus, To whom... | |
 | 1879 - 524 Seiten
...ever when l move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburmsh'd, not to shine iu nee! As tho' to breathe were life. Life. piled on life...thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom l leave the sceptre and the isle— W ell-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prndence... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 488 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...in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star FAME. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave... | |
 | William Swinton - 1880 - 694 Seiten
...in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me 25 Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire 30 To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 584 Seiten
...to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringor of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns...in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star FAME. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave... | |
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