 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 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884 - 336 pages
...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... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 632 pages
...There's ever cheer in changing.' ' ' IIow dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, 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.' * I will now refer by the following passage to the evils... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - Psychology - 1884 - 1102 pages
...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...in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." * I will now refer by the following passage to the evils... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884 - 136 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 634 pages
...There's ever cheer in 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,...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 - English poetry - 1885 - 526 pages
...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... | |
 | William Swinton - American literature - 1886 - 690 pages
...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 - 1886 - 694 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - Ballads, English - 1887 - 344 pages
...fades Forever and 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....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... | |
 | William Swinton - English literature - 1887 - 686 pages
...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,... | |
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