 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 112av Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1899 - 960 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884 - 136 sider
...in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me sea, Little remains : but every hour is saved From that...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,... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 634 sider
...changing.' ' ' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life, life piled on life Were...saved From that eternal silence, something more, A brinjjer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 526 sider
...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,...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a.sinkingstar, Beyond the utmost bound of human on, mine own Telemachus, \... | |
 | William Swinton - 1886 - 690 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...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1886 - 694 sider
...tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me sea, TITHONUS. Little remains : but every hour is saved From that...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,... | |
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - 1887 - 344 sider
...forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, 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,... | |
 | William Swinton - 1887 - 686 sider
...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 - 1888 - 338 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,... | |
 | Albert Franklin Blaisdell - 1888 - 366 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...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,... | |
 | 1889 - 236 sider
...forever 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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