 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 Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson - 56. oldalszerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 246 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1881 - 622 oldal
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...but every hour is saved From that eternal silence.' All these, it is plain, are not individual thoughts and sentiments. They are what, under the required... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 oldal
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 oldal
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | 1844 - 714 oldal
...world, whose margin fades 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...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 oldal
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | 1845 - 732 oldal
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho" to breathe were life. Life...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 oldal
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, . Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 oldal
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought, This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - 434 oldal
...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...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 oldal
...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...bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three sums to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a... | |
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