 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 - Стр. 95авторы: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1889 - Страниц: 807Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Страниц: 290
...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 - Страниц: 300
...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... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazurus - 1852 - Страниц: 458
...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...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
...known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour 'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - Страниц: 468
...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... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - Страниц: 384
...move. How dull it is to pause ! to make an end ! To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use, As though to breathe were life ! Life piled on life Were all...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
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to sliine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...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
...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...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... | |
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