 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - Psychology - 1884
...changing.' ' ' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life, life piled on life Were...saved From that eternal silence, something more, A brinjjer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884
...ever 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 too little, and of one to me sea, Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - Psychology - 1884
...rust unburnished, not to shine in uso ! As tho' to brcnt he were life, life piled on life Were nil too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that etermxl silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; nml vile it were For some three suns to... | |
 | William Swinton - Readers - 1885
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence2 — something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store... | |
 | William Swinton - Readers - 1885 - 608 pages
...too little, and of one to me Little remains; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence2 — something more, A bringer of new things; and vile...three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit3 yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 933 pages
...when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, I To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in As thp' to breathe were life. Life , piled on life Were all too little, and of^onc to me Little remainj: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1886 - 640 pages
...ever 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 too little, and of one to me sea, TITHONUS. Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | Edward John Hardy - Conduct of life - 1887 - 285 pages
...unburnish'd, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe was life. Life piled on life Were all too little : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence,...something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were To store and hoard myself yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star Beyond the utmost... | |
 | William Swinton - English literature - 1887 - 638 pages
...move. How dull it is to pause, 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 15 Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence — something more, A bringer... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 154 pages
...world, whose margin fades 20 For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire 30 To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,... | |
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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... 
