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
| Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 1102 Seiten
...changing.' ' ' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnished, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe were life, life piled on life Were...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." * I will now refer by the following passage to the evils of custom considered generally : ' The despotism... | |
| Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 634 Seiten
...to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A brinjjer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns...sinking: star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought .' J I will now refer by the following passage to the evils of cost-' -re considered generally : '... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 526 Seiten
...thp' to breathe were life. Life , piled on life Were all too little, and of^onc to me Little remainj: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence,...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a.sinkingstar, Beyond the utmost bound of human on, mine own Telemachus, \ To whom I leave the sceptre... | |
| Stephen Salisbury - 1885 - 172 Seiten
...to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnishud, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. and vile it were For some three suns to store and...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." Nathaniel Paine, Esq., said: I cannot refrain at this time from expressing my high appreciation of... | |
| William Swinton - 1887 - 686 Seiten
...in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me 15 Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire 50 To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 178 Seiten
...world, whose margin fades 20 For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 182 Seiten
...20 For ever and for ever when I move/' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnishM, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life....For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this'gfay spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound... | |
| Brainerd Kellogg - 1891 - 336 Seiten
...whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe...is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labor, by slow prudence to make... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 904 Seiten
...have met ; J'et all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho'...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 896 Seiten
...have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho'...in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, BeyoncI the utmosT bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
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