 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
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...preceding lines do not. Immediately before introducing Telemachus, Ulysses has declared his ambition "To follow knowledge like a sinking star / Beyond the utmost bound of human thought" (31—32). That geographical and conceptual boundlessness narrows precipitously to his knowledge of... | |
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