 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...  Primer First (-Fourth, Sixth) reader - Side 257af Public school series - 1874Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1881 - 504 sider
...Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : hut every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." strange to Greek ears ; but there is not a grander passage in modern verse. And more than this : though... | |
 | 1881 - 654 sider
...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...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." strange to Greek ears ; but there is not a grander passage in modem verse. And more than this : though... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1881 - 742 sider
...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...in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Heyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
 | Ṣivachandra Vasu - 1881 - 332 sider
..." rise and chase away the errors which age has accumulated and superstition cherished. " That grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." The distinction of caste, it is obvious, was originally instituted to secure to the hierarchy all the... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1882 - 432 sider
...Life piled on lift 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...is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceplre and the isle — Well loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 76 sider
...were life. Life piled on lifeWere all too little, . . . Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. ******* There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 74 sider
...life. Life piled on, life Were all too little, . . . Little remains r but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. ******# There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1882 - 656 sider
...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...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a smking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. man ULYSSES. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,... | |
 | Minot Judson Savage - 1882 - 636 sider
...wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. . . . For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." Is there not something in this that wakes response in the universal heart? In order to live truly,... | |
 | William Swinton - 1882 - 686 sider
...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 myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge,... | |
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