 | Margaret Sullivan Mooney - English literature - 1900 - 292 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...is saved From that eternal silence, something more, For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1900 - 713 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...one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved 2?rom that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were ?or some three... | |
 | Edward Archibald Allen - English language - 1900 - 169 pages
...and trim their evening fire. 9. Mated with a squalid savage — what to me were sun or clime ? 10. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains. 11. But thou, when thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face, that thou appear not unto men... | |
 | 1900
...unknown. (b) Know you of any other modern writer who could so audaciously achieve this glory ? (c) Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains. 4. Construct a simple sentence, using1 the words regiment, cavalry, battle, and some part of the active... | |
 | Anne Nyhan Scribner - 1900 - 180 pages
...poet: »How dull it Is to pause, to make an end, To rust uriburnish 'd, not to shine in use.1 As tho1 to breathe were life. Life piled on life, Were all too little, . ..." Tlthonus, as Mr. Cihurton Collins notes, resembles the soliloquies of the Greek plays, but especially... | |
 | Ronald Proctor Hewett - English Poetry - 1987 - 318 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 25 Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of... | |
 | Robert Paul Metzger - Meaning (Philosophy) - 1993 - 100 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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson - Poetry - 1994 - 628 pages
...an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Little remains: but every hour is saved From that...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Poetry - 1995 - 232 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...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... 
