 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...  Keats to Morris - Стр. 304авторы: Rossiter Johnson - 1876Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | M. Edgeworth Lazurus - 1852 - Страниц: 458
...shine in use ! As though 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...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telcmachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - Страниц: 470
...piled on lift Were all too little, and of one to me Ijtlle remains: but every hour is saved From tliat eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tcleinachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil Tliis... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - Страниц: 404
...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 that...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemaehus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - Страниц: 384
...in use, As though 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...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. 588. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - Страниц: 402
...me Little remains : but every hour is saved ' From that eternal silence, something more, A briuger of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns...knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of Iraman thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - Страниц: 376
...sliine in use ! As though 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...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought Tliis is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - Страниц: 698
...shine in use ! As though 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...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire rTo follow knowledge, like a sinking starf* ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - Страниц: 692
...all too little, and of one to me little remains: but every hour is saved 526 Passages for Translation from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer...sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought. 1296 There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: there gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - Страниц: 264
...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 that...thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom 1 leave the sceptre and the isle — 'Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - Страниц: 398
...shine in use ! As though 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...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tclemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
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