 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' 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...  The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate - Side 95af Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1889 - 807 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - 1884 - 634 sider
...to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A brinjjer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns...sinking: star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought .' J I will now refer by the following passage to the evils of cost-' -re considered generally : '... | |
 | 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,...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... | |
 | Stephen Salisbury - 1885 - 172 sider
...to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnishud, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. and vile it were For some three suns to store and...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." Nathaniel Paine, Esq., said: I cannot refrain at this time from expressing my high appreciation of... | |
 | 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, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 178 sider
...world, whose margin fades 20 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 30 To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 182 sider
...20 For ever and for ever when I move/' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnishM, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life....For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this'gfay spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 904 sider
...have met ; J'et all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho'...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 896 sider
...have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho'...in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, BeyoncI the utmosT bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley - 1893 - 654 sider
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard mysell, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1894 - 536 sider
...always allures to action — the image of the exact opposite of the temper of mind of the Lotos-eaters. Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. There never was a better description of the temper of the higher spirits of the Renaissance in Italy.... | |
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