 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...  Poems - Side 79af Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 379 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1881 - 622 sider
...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 piled on...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 (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 sider
...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 piled on...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 sider
...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 sider
...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 piled on 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 sider
...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 piled on...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 sider
...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 piled on...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 sider
...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 piled on...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 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...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 - 290 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 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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