 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 - Стр. 54авторы: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - Страниц: 246Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - Страниц: 879
...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...something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost... | |
 | Living voices - 1873 - Страниц: 546
...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...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1874
...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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - Страниц: 534
...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 Telemachlls, To whom... | |
 | Public school series - 1874
...ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, Plains of Troy. 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 '^rom that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - Страниц: 467
...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... | |
 | 1876 - Страниц: 543
...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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - Страниц: 534
...move. How dull it is to panse, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vilo it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisVd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life...to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From tliat eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; an'd vile it were For some three suns... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - Страниц: 379
...for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnish d, not to shine Ln use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on...spirit yearning in desire To follow Knowledge like a sink ing star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tclemachus, To whom... | |
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