 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...  Foundation Studies in Literature - Página 171por Margaret Sullivan Mooney - 1895 - 292 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 páginas
...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 myself, And...Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1849 - 608 páginas
...POEMS. 177 Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. * * * * " This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave...fulfil This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A nigged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he,... | |
 | 1849 - 864 páginas
...wherethrough Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. " This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave...isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazurus - 1852 - 458 páginas
...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 myself, And...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telcmachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 470 páginas
...like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tcleinachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil Tliis labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 páginas
...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 myself, And...utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemaehus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1897 - 346 páginas
...self-knowledge, self control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power ; and his fourth principle was — To follow knowledge like a sinking star Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Wordsworth was content to study the daisy as he saw it, and use it as a parable, just as Christ used... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 522 páginas
...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 myself, And...isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful... | |
 | 1855 - 576 páginas
...reading with a perseverance that surprised her kind teacher and every one who knew her ; — her " Spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like...sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought." In a letter dated Cambridge, May 14th, 1826, she writes to her friendly instructor that she is " studying... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 páginas
...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 myself, And...isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful... | |
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