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" Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want. "
Bentley's Miscellany - Page 402
1858
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant...
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Littell's Living Age, Volume 26

Literature - 1850 - 640 pages
...minute dies a man, every minute one is born ;" and from whose voice there came that ooblest truth — Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller,...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant...
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The British Quarterly Review, Volume 2

Henry Allon - Christianity - 1845 - 646 pages
...gloom and sullenness which infected many of the minor poets of our age. ' Whatever crazy sorrow saitb, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ' 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller,...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 6

1845 - 608 pages
...gloom and sullenness which infected many of the minor poets of our age. 1 Whatever crazy sorrow eaith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ''Tie life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 254 pages
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold,...
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Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, Volume 1

William Howitt - Literary landmarks - 1847 - 566 pages
...set forth if I should do This rashness, * that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? * Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. "Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller...
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The Living Authors of England

Thomas Powell - Authors, English - 1849 - 320 pages
...poetry condenses in a single expression a course of thought, sufficient to "make us pause again" — " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...with human breath, Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life ! not death for which we pant, More life — and...
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Sanitary Economy: Its Principles and Practice ; and Its Moral Influence on ...

Hygiene - 1850 - 342 pages
...is a rare thing among the working-classes, however much they suffer from misfortunes and privations. 'Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant : Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller,...
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