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Bøker Bok 110 av 180As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one...
" 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 poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson - Side 118
av Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson - 1899 - 960 sider
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volum 154

1881
...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 piled on life Were...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...
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Poems, Volum 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 231 sider
...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 piled on life Were...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,...
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Poems, Volum 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843
...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 piled on life Were...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,...
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New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, Volum 3

1844
...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...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,...
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The American Whig Review, Volum 2

1845
...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 piled on life Were...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...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 piled on life •...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,...
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Poems, Volum 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846
...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 piled on life !...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, . Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,...
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Essays and Reviews ...

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848
...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 piled on life Were...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought, This is my son,...
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NEW BOOKS AND NEW EDITIONS PUBLISHED BY TICKNOR, REED, AND FIELDS

1851
...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 To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 278 sider
...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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