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" 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. 56
авторы: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - Страниц: 246
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Том 154

1881 - Страниц: 622
...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...but every hour is saved From that eternal silence.' All these, it is plain, are not individual thoughts and sentiments. They are what, under the required...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - Страниц: 250
...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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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - Страниц: 256
...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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New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, Том 3

1844 - Страниц: 714
...world, whose margin fades 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...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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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - Страниц: 510
...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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The American Whig Review, Том 2

1845 - Страниц: 732
...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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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - Страниц: 254
...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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Essays and Reviews ...

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - Страниц: 372
...For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbumish'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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Essays and Reviews, Том 1

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - Страниц: 434
...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...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Страниц: 300
...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...bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three sums to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a...
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