 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
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton, William Ewart Gladstone - 1863 - Страниц: 224
...Me vacui tasdet, perfunctum munere, regni. Splendet qui satagit : robigo foedat inertem. TENNYSON. As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...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... | |
 | 1863 - Страниц: 224
...confinia campi. Me vacui taedet, perfunctum munere, regni. Splendet qui satagit : robigo foedat inertem. As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...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... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - Страниц: 692
...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...one to me little remains: but every hour is saved 526 Passages for Translation from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things ; and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - Страниц: 734
...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... | |
 | Whitnash rectory - 1866 - Страниц: 478
...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... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - Страниц: 264
...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 - 1866 - Страниц: 398
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisned, 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 Tclemachus, To whom... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - Страниц: 402
...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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