 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 356 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... | |
 | 1876 - 564 oldal
...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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 oldal
...move. How dull it is to panse, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vilo it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 494 oldal
...for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnish d, not to shine Ln use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on...spirit yearning in desire To follow Knowledge like a sink ing star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tclemachus, To whom... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1879 - 314 oldal
...to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : bnt every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 oldal
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. Mow 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... | |
 | 1879 - 524 oldal
...ever when l move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburmsh'd, not to shine iu nee! As tho' to breathe were life. Life. piled on 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 l leave the... | |
 | William Swinton - 1880 - 694 oldal
...in use ! As though 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...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,... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1880 - 388 oldal
...Whittier. " 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...silence, something more, A bringer of new things." — Tennyson. " Thrift of time will repay you in after-life with a usury of profit beyond your most... | |
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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... 
