 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 Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate - Page 91by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 874 lehteFull view - About this book
 | 1881 - 622 lehte
...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, not to shine in use ! As tho'...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 lehte
...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, not to shine in use ! As tho'...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 I leave the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 lehte
...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, not to shine in use ! As tho'...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 I leave the... | |
 | 1844 - 714 lehte
...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...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 I leave the... | |
 | 1845 - 732 lehte
...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, not to shine in use ! As tho"...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 I leave the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 lehte
...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, not to shine in use! As tho'...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 I leave the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 lehte
...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, not to shine in use ! As tho'...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 I leave the... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 lehte
...fades 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....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 I leave the... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - 434 lehte
...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, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 lehte
...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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