 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
 | John Frederick Nims - 1992 - Страниц: 698
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 | Alfred Tennyson - 1992 - Страниц: 114
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 | Suzy Platt - 1992 - Страниц: 550
...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. It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And... | |
 | Robert Paul Metzger - 1993 - Страниц: 116
...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...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... | |
 | 1994 - Страниц: 1952
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 | Alfred Tennyson - 1994 - Страниц: 644
...an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Little remains: but every hour is saved From that...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... | |
 | William J. Bennett - 1995 - Страниц: 834
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 | Myra Shulman - 1995 - Страниц: 376
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 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - Страниц: 244
...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...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,... | |
 | Robert Kastenbaum - 1995 - Страниц: 260
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