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Könyvek 180 / 1 - 10. könyv a(z) As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one... kifejezésre.
" 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... "
The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate - 91. oldal
szerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 874 oldal
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, 154. kötet

1881
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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'...but every hour is saved From that eternal silence.' All these, it is plain, are not individual thoughts and sentiments. They are what, under the required...

Poems, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 231 oldal
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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'...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

Poems, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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'...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, 3. kötet

1844
...world, whose margin fades 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...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

The American Whig Review, 2. kötet

1845
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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"...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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'...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

Poems, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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'...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, . Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

Essays and Reviews ...

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848
...fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life....in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought, This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

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1851
...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...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the...

POEMS

ALFRED TENNYSON - 1851
...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...bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three sums to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a...




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