 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 Copeland Reader - Side 531redigeret af - 1926 - 1687 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 sider
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelTd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 sider
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | 1844 - 714 sider
...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...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sider
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | 1845 - 732 sider
...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 sider
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, . Beyond the utmost bound... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 sider
...fades 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....some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - 434 sider
...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 gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazurus - 1852 - 458 sider
...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 gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 520 sider
...experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
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