 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...  The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson - Стр. 56авторы: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - Страниц: 246Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is sav'd From that eternal silence, something more, a bringer...spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought. . . .Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;... | |
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...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...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... | |
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...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, Bevond the utmost bound of human thought. / o Though much is taken, much abides; and... | |
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