 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1894
...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...silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and viie it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1894 - 516 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...saved From that eternal silence, something more, A brtnger of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1894 - 898 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,... | |
 | American periodicals - 1894
...indebted to Dante, and such touches as — I cannot rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees. Vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1894
...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 litt.e, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1894
...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 litt.e, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1894 - 516 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 top little, — and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1895 - 264 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...new things ; and vile it were For some three suns tcr store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire 3c To follow knowledge like a sinking... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1895 - 104 pages
...end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life 25 Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains;...were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, 30 And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost... | |
 | Frances Louise Morse Howland - Poets laureate - 1895 - 459 pages
...How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to brenihe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,...something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were And this gray spirit yearning in desire For some three suns to store and hoard myself, To follow knowledge... | |
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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... 
