 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
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - 1887 - Страниц: 344
...Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, 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... | |
 | William Swinton - 1887 - Страниц: 686
...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 - 1888 - Страниц: 338
...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... | |
 | Albert Franklin Blaisdell - 1888 - Страниц: 366
...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, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom... | |
 | 1889 - Страниц: 236
...Forever and forever 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1889 - Страниц: 894
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - Страниц: 178
...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 - Страниц: 182
...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. 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... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1890 - Страниц: 976
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To ru.st unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringcr of new things : and vile it were Fur some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1890 - Страниц: 402
...piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From the eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new...store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning with desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This... | |
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