 | 1881
...ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an eud, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : hut every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 426 pages
...forever 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 all top little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something... | |
 | William Swinton - English literature - 1882 - 638 pages
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnishcd, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three-suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge,... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1882 - 862 pages
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust nnburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to rtie • Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882
...forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in uset As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on, life Were all too little, . . . Little remains r but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 60 pages
...when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make ať end, To rust unbnrnish'd, not to shine in use J Ať tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, . . . Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 60 pages
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As iho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, . . . Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - American literature - 1883
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use 1 As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...saved From that eternal silence, something more, A hringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1883 - 730 pages
...an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! [on life As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains...is saved From that eternal silence, something more, Abringerofnewthings; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
 | A L. G - 1883
...CIMAROSA. ' How dull it is to pavise, 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." Ulytsts. HE opera house in Vienna had not been so thronged for many years as it was one November evening... | |
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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... 
