 | 1881 - 622 páginas
...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 piled on life Were...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... | |
 | 1856 - 834 páginas
...of battle with my peers Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met. Vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning with desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound... | |
 | Eduard Fiedler - 1850 - 768 páginas
...aermo), if peradventure this be true (Sh. Much. A. L 2); how sweet it were to seem falling asleep (Te.)j vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself (Te.) etc. etc. Auch mit Adverbien findet sich z. B, it isynough (Ch. 11923); well is me I kave thy... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 páginas
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 páginas
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 páginas
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 páginas
...when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, j To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life ....saved ' From that eternal silence, something more, A briuger of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1864 - 750 páginas
...it were to pause, to make an end, To rust ,iu inn ni -li. . !, not to shine in use, As t ii .11 .-h to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little. I feel that, Heaven knows ; and yet I fain would follow love, if that might be. That sweet winning... | |
 | Eduard Fiedler - 1861 - 438 páginas
...sermo), if peradventure this be true (Sh. Much. AI 2); how sweet it were to seem falling asleep (Te.); vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself (Te.) etc. etc. 116 Auch mit Adverbien findet sich z. B, it isynough (Ch. 11923); well is me I have... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 páginas
...•'""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 too little, and of one to me Little remains . T>ut every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and... | |
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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... 
