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... Translations [of poems, in various languages] by lord Lyttelton and W.E ... - Page 76 1863 Full view -
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